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brown, white, red, yellow - his glories the same.
And his name, like his spurs, has a wonderful sound.
Keep your eye on the sunset --- 'cause he's still
by chance
Now that these records are made
Tell me what it's like for you when you hear the record played?
Hm - dynamic, like one gigantic planet
on the floor
He ate it like a cake then we broke the headboard
Love the way he smell when he wear that Tom Ford
Hit it so good, had me beggin' for some more
getting soft
And the sound in the sky
Coming down from above
It surrounds you at times
And it's whispering, oh
What pulls your body down
That is quicksand
by your fake tears to create my new shoes
I wipe my ass with your accuse
No place on earth can tell how I feel
Sealed images, sound and what is now
and shit
You can't go in Gucci
Savior of my city, death by the millions
Backxwash posted my album said I was killin
Celebratin what I deserve
I guess that
sipping I can't tell if I'm high or drunk
Ah sage and sour it's great
That crib by the lake where I blaze
She said this man is a faze
On my dick I locate
what we do around here
We're-
We're better than that
Have you ever been fucked sideways
With two hair shavers while gettin-
Fuckin double-fisted by your
myself busy
This is ending and I feel so stuck
Nights and days went by with our best smile
Life and music slid 2000 miles
Woodstock was such a wonderful
We can be anything when we put our minds to it
Set a site, make a plan, and get right to it
We don't hesitate that's how it's done by all the greats
And when i finally stopped no sound could be heard
A silence so deep that it wouldn't be disturbed
So here i am once again
Walking down memory lane
Did it
that. And her friends - yes of course she had friends, a lot of them were called ‘nurses’, I expect you’ve heard of them. They are wonderful you know).
When the reindeer cross the sky
Christmas time is here
Sound of sleigh bells passing by
We know that Santa's near
When the children awake
you don't
you still wear know you won't listen up cuz
I'm under sound who DC's them back around no more.
So my bouncing your squeeze out.
He that
might have a chance, I got my eye on Taylor Bennett
It ain't about the sound, it's all about how you spend it
Y'all chase that 15 seconds, I'll be staying
that make the killing
Look at the flow
Hit the door and get to running like a mission
Call me Tom Cruise way I get to movin, get to killing
Try to match
second grade
Osky and the homie conjured up a melody to knock the kiddies off they feet
But that was like twelve years ago
Talking crazy, sound like
from me
The sound of a slut choking on dick, yea that shit is soothing to me
You'll never be zooted as me, grounded or rooted as me
Money and virgo
know what time it is
Filled wit a
Filled wit aggression
Young king from the seed of Allen Anthony
Got some soldiers that'll ride
And a woman by my side
like they know labor pains?
For that line, f- it, call me transphobic
Call it hate speech, but I'm not the man hopeless
I just stand focused, you can act
Lightspeed I'm moving too fast it's getting dicey
Prices I'm raising nightly oh I'm the problem
They say I suck well that's okay just call me Dyson
acting like they know labor pains?
For that line, fuck it, call me transphobic
Call it hate speech, but I'm not the man hopeless
I just stand focused, you
We are conductors of sound, heat and energy
And I bet that you thought you had us figured out from the start
We are conduits of clear electricity
Carvings and hieroglyphics
Harboring words is my world specific
From simple characters
To symbols and caricatures
Round cylinders that don't sound similar
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