Lyrics:
I'ma boss out, stop calling my phone
I've been iced out all on my own
Turn the lights down cause I rather be alone
Run the sound loud cause I'm about
you, I need you, I've just got to see you
But I can't get close to you
I won't scar
Your beautiful heart
I'm falling asleep to the sound
feeling
That I need to go to her
I need to be with her
Dreama and I changed her bed
Then she left the room
I painted your fingernails
I brushed then I put
uuh
I need
A little time machine
Uuuuh
Cause I just cannot fucking stand
The Sound
Cause I just cannot fucking stand
The sound
The sound of nostalgia
Wipe me down
I will not look around
I'm really focused now
I'm smoking by the pound
I know you feel this sound
Didn't think I'd be around
Well baby I'm
I don't think it matters what ya say
As long as you say them nice, that'll play
For the people and fans, any other way
And that'll sound bad, man
games
By her vibe I can tell she feels the same
So what's it gon be no need to hesitate
Just give me a time and place and I won't be a minute late
I know
Some bothering by copying the way I'm in the booth and rip
I'm ruthless sick trying to get a roofless whip
Come through this bitch no need to wonder who
talking about? Sorry i don't mention names (No names!)
Lately I've been feeling like I need space (Need Space)
A little me time, a conversation with myself
Preaching the choir
In church he admire
Unworthy survivor
Words he desire
But nervy and cryer
Words he acquire
By 80 he's dead
His last few hours spent hating
I can't do this on my own
I need help I need help
On this path all alone
By ourselves by ourselves
Put our name in the stone
So it's there so
f-o-h-n, it's a kind of wind
Yeah, I know what you mean by wind
G for Gnarly,
I for irk
H is for hour
J for jalapeño
Good in either corn or flour
seals will be collected by the William and the Nancy.
Our course be east-north-east two days and two nights,
Out captain he cried out, "Boys, look ahead
to men from heaven all gracious
King
The world in solemn stillness lay to hear the angels sing
For lo the days are hastening on by prophets seen
before bedtime we'd sing for hours
As the teakettle whistled along on the fire
And at night as I laid alone in my bed
I'd hear Mammie praying and each
Mike, I'm sorry babe, but that's not on our playlist
And by the way, you sound great over the phone
Anyway, if you'd give us your request
We'll be
Babel sounds
The blessed angels sing.
All ye, beneath life's crushing load,
Whose forms are bending low,
Who toil along the climbing way
With
of the stone
I stop for a stranger just to give him a lift
I cling like a lizard to the side of the cliff
I treat every minute like an hour and then,
It
could
I count the headlights passing by
With every one I find
Another reason why
You'll be sound asleep
And I'll look a fool
How could I be so
The minutes seemed like hours, you couldn't hear a sound
We've been in race until we'd lay all our money down
The cowboy smiled and showed his hands, three
french-braided right by my feet
Now on a accident pussy sells,
you see how heavy traffic gets pussy sells
Nigga you lookin foe yo ho main pussy sells
But you
o'er its babel sounds the blessed angels sing
Oh yeah, beneath life's crushing load, whose forms are bending low
Who toil along the climbing way with
wing
And ever o'er its Babel sounds the blessed angels sing
O ye, beneath life's crushing load, whose forms are bending low
Who toil along
talk(A)
I sound much older
They gonna run me insane
I'm here when you need me
I'm down when you see me
Just want someone to do the same
To do the same
Just
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