Lyrics:
psycho friend that traps you between a boy and friend
That makes you confuse that if you hit it, it'll turn out incest
Sarah, voice cartoony and goofier
always be near you – with you in the darkest nights
A soft breeze blowing - cooling your sweet face - will be my spirit passing on by
My dear Sarah - my
Covers, videos and all that shit
Fuck you post-Drake-ass cliche-jerking, LA-Slauson rapping
Fuck-nigga-ass Hypebeast niggas, now back to the album
Sarah, we made a promise
I'm not taking my breath tonight
Lover, you know you got it
Sarah, heart of a lion
One more minute 'til it breaks apart
to kill, have you the strength of will, to turn away
Don't you hunger boy, for she's no toy, or soon you'll pay
Sarah, Sarah, my misfortune never looked
an atheist yell Lawd Jesus
I'm grinnin when Sarah and Poopy dropped the fork
More for me cause they don't eat pork
Mikey introduced me to mortadella, a new
in history and there'll be no more after me||Meanwhile out at the ranch, Palm Beach that is. Swimming pools and Movie stars.|Well the 1st thing you
memory is getting breastfed by the pitbull (what?)
I'm so busy shooting, I'm celibate
I'm moving like Meek Mill
Where you get them vibrating panties, is
and sippin', OG pimpin
Houston, Texas where you stay, where you livin
New Rap Simmons, ooh, girl, you send
Never ever messy, girl, you always keep it classy
bet
Cause boy was she beautiful
But you know usuals
Using her even more
Her father notice
She ain’t walk inside the door
Her class end at two it’s
a nigga do to get by
Just make sure you gettin' by don't fuck with me gettin' mine
Ain't the first time he ran off, shoulda split his shit then
Hate
feelings, I feel like I play for the Saints
I just wanna hurt you, aim for the skanks
Then aim for all these fake Kanyes, Jays, Waynes and the Drakes
I'm
feelings, I feel like I play for the Saints
I just wanna hurt you, aim for the skanks
Then aim for all these fake Kanyes, Jays, Waynes and the Drakes
I'm
you my nigga (Oh oh, oh)
Yeah, less stress more sex (Ooh, ooh)
That pussy got you all possessed (Oh, oh oh)
You treat it like the Audemars, baguette
hundreds while others threw ones
He wore a shirt wit naked girls and handguns
He paid for the VIP room and he wanted Sarah
Demanding she brings wit her
deeper, more meaningful connections.
Then there's Sarah, a professional navigating the demanding landscape of corporate life. Sarah, like many of us, found
Yeh
Proving my worth by the bar when they hear me flowing
Conversations with Al bout taking over 38k high in the Boeing
I ain't look like what you
forget the weed, plus all of the dabbing
Dried mushrooms and of course she got that LSD
'Imma need more so I call Sarah
Five hours, eight pills in, I'm
Sarah:
I don't have to say
A word to you
You seem to know
Whatever mood
I'm going through
Feels as though
I've know you forever.
José:
You
to memory but it was fun
Wanted more than it was for really I'm sorry that I couldn't see you were feeling resentment
Because I was too focused on me
My mama
you're always giving up. Im more than you can carry.
Warning signs, am I ever gonna listen? Peace of mind, too much for me to handle. I'll get by just
romance)
Heartbreak suzie don't you waste my time
(she have me in a fantasy island)
Come booty by booty by booty by booty by booty by booty by hay!
to kill you as bad as The Terminator wanted Sarah Connor
but I'm loosin my patience
fuck it send me to the island I could use a vacation
now it's easy
want to kill you as bad as The Terminator wanted Sarah Connor
But I'm loosing my patience
Fuck it send me to the island I could use a vacation
Now
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