Lyrics:
that knowledge for
She dissed me in high school, no reason to acknowledge her
Lead by example, I don't fuck round with no followers
Follow up
Singing these Manchester City Blues
Drown my liver in a pool of liquor, it's true, hmm
Monetize my pain and my hurt
Commodify my frame, do your
Hotter than cmaterasu
Move in shadows. Shikamaru
Villains keep saying “this world shall know pain”
You can't match my pain , I'm from the village where
'cause,
I hear your prayer
No other name that put's joy where there is pain
He will do it for you
but first you got to know it's by God
[Chorus]
Eleven is when we waved good-bye.
Eleven is standing still,
Waiting for me to free him
By coming home.
Moving me with a sound.
Opening me within
by, gored by, gored by, horns of judgement
Gored by, gored by, gored by, horns of judgment
Fiends stab their hearts, tearing them apart, bathing in
stopped, and dropped, and rolled down into an abyss of hesitancy
You, you took away my breath, you made my eyes bathe you shed diabrotic pain
All by myself
I
Turn on this unentity
Whatever they say, whatever they do just go
We are faithless by default
We are faithless by default
A pain far too familiar
would always know
She was in pain
But at least she would not, not be loved by none
She decided to go back to school
Where love for her was just
of life
While your persecutors roar of pain
For these same flames will be for them
Spring of torpor and death agony
By the father's, by the son's,
By
She was so enticed by his smile
She was so unaffected by his dream
For his dream of her was just not possible
She was so not that girl
It was
The playing fields of Eton
Have made us frightfully brave-
And though if the Van Dycks have to go
And we pawn the Bechstein Grand,
We'll stand
By
Don't try me, nigga, homicide's my hobby
Backwoods fat, blowin' these sacks like Mozzy
In the 6, Clyde and Bonny, clips by Armani
Plus, I keep an extra
The playing fields of Eton
Have made us frightfully brave-
And though if the Van Dycks have to go
And we pawn the Bechstein Grand,
We'll stand
By
And you don''t say,
That you miss me
And you don't stop
To say hi
On your way by
I'm feeling crazy
It is 5 a.m.
And I'm waiting by the phone again
the hands of inverted saints
Follow my heart through the threaded pain
Callow man is a sentinel screaming
I see the future, the future is bleeding
by buyin' up the bar
Sharp pain and orange juice got my moose up
Stainless artichokes, tequila poppes, Medusas
Better prepare myself for the upset
[B-Real]
I lost my innocence at birth but I make no excuses
For the trivial things and the pain life induces
Bitches are wild, and so was I, young
everyday
If it was just me I'd be headed south
But Marie can't catch no train
She's got some pain and she thinks it's a baby,
Says we gotta wait and see
The playing fields of Eton
Have made us frightfully brave-
And though if the Van Dycks have to go
And we pawn the Bechstein Grand,
We'll stand
By
chest hahaha
[Papoose:]
The soldiers get trained by the leutinent
The leutinent get all of his orders from the captain
General, when I was young I got
I'm back using our hearts
Got the elves working so hard, make your pain stop
I'm Santa's helper and I've got your back
All my love is gift-wrapped
All the bitter weary ways
Endless striving day by day
You barely have the strength to pray
In the valley low
And how hard your fight has
You are my strength, you are my life
The only reason I'm here today, giving you all the praise
Father I glorify your name, you heal all my pain
I
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