Lyrics:
these hot broads
That's how they say they itchin' for small talk
If they weren't asking to borrow the hot spot
The chances of hearing from 'em are off by
Friday night, I'm still all by my lonesome
Haunted by ghosts, and only I know em
I designed my life so no one knows me
You won't get hurt if you just
Claus, thank you for the wonderful fifteen inch plonker what you brung me for christmas.
You've no idea what a difference that extra one-and-a-half inches
Everyday you wake up, give thanks
Say a prayer
Thank God for life
Thank God for protecting your family
Thank God for everything He has given to you
41 shots
And we'll take that ride
Across the bloody river
To the other side
41 shots
Cut through the night
You're kneeling over his body in
came to me
Just like a waking dream
The answer had to be Reality
The master does not laugh
Defeated by a man
Leviathan be damned, yea, yea, yea
and
Oh my head is just blown off
Oh thank you so much bro, thank you
Ah we need to talk (For sure)
Uh, do you have time this week to sit down?
Uhm
and late night truckers
Old ass bitches try to kill motherfuckers (Ha ha ha ha)
This lady's got her left blinker on for an hour or more
Then she makes
in jail
Sister's on the corner screamin', "Booty for sale"
Mom spends the night gettin' drunk with her uncle
Her brother's
classic
My spiritual/teacher/
Taught me/lessons/feminine/practices/
Encouraging/masculinity/
Epitome/of/motherly/love
Thank God/for sending me/a dove
talk to me
Gambled a few times now nobody talk to me
In shambles every night cause nobody talk to me
Well guess what, now it's too late to talk to me
to overnight, that's a win
That's A Win!
Celebrating life, that's a win
That's A Win!
Making movies every night, that's a win
That's A Win!
Yeah, that's a win
Guided by the Word - Laser focus
Drums, bass, with some melody we breaking down the walls
Don't care for pitfalls
Hurdles, shenanigans and crack jumble
We
Martin would be proud of me
Just tryna make the most outta what was endowed to me
And I thank you God for all the blessings
My folks would dream of this
a honey bun
We getting this gone, by the hour, by the minute, that's for certain
Walked out on them close range, brodie trying to close his curtain
I'm
ain’t sick but I’m off the meds
Bear traps on the ground for my every step
Tryna quit the Xan for the perocets
They saying that I’m damned, but fuck that
the flow bitch I’m in the prime
When I blow I don’t know if I’m finna sign
Money coming and I got to get it I need me a ticket be damned if I wait around
a high life
This ain't high livin'
High women getting fly with me
Tryna ride with me
Tryna vibe with me
Fuck no, just tryna fuck for the night
Ain't tryna
bride
cnd I sigh,
Rolling over
To curl up on my side
Seems I've ached for you
Since I don't know when
Days turn to hours
cnd years slip by again
Rolling up by myself to the cemetery
Just so I could rest for a minute in some peace
Brought with me a fat skunky bag, smoke in solitary
Lonely
giving them back
You could never be my sample I just want the old version
We ain't found love baby we just soul searching
I'll keep fighting for us,
ever seen you in a video
Could watch you all night (All night)
Babygirl uyi-fillim
Not up to much
Steady laying in the cut, poised (Easy)
Waiting for my
nights
I thank my mom, she my only light
We reminiscing on them lonely times
And thanking God that we all alright
All of my dreams, nightmares
Satan
of my feet
Everybody's got a problem so I found the solution
Thanks for the contribution, I'm one step closer to being a deadly pollution
And my goal is
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