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What you fishing for?
Watch your fishing pole
Grab a rat and let it point you to the cheese
Grab a banshee let it point you to the grief
I'm digging
His life is that blue bike
Ball glove and fishing pole
Tree house, BB Gun and Band-Aid covered knees
He does good delivering papers
And cuttin'
Its been cloudy days ever since they killed my homies
Damn, rest in peace to the guys
Its been cloudy days ever since they killed my homies
I been
a million days with you
Day one, we'd go fishing
Dollar movies on day two
Days three and four, we'd spend in bed
Just like we used to do
A million
Why run nigga?
It's gon' come nigga
But 'til the day it does
I'm a hold my shit down, take it in blood
Outsiders get no love
Fishing in
Suffocated by mirrors, stained by dreams
Her honey belly pulls the seams
Curves are stiff upon the hinge
Pale zeros tinge the tiger skin
Moist
day in the life of Lucis Jones
Yeah he wakes up in the morning
And laces up his boots
He goes in search of stubborn weeds
And pulls them by the roots
beats out by the day
And fishing out the bones
Woah
Been on the bench bruh
I aint playing games
Cause ive been focused
Coasting off the liquor
Im damn
say that I wish you well
But some may believe that I hate
Go smoke the quarter by the wishing well
The whole crew got poles we on a fishing trip
If I
homemade shine Livin' this life is pure divine
Let me take y'all down to the honey hole Secret spot, yeah my fishing hole
Truck bed filled up with fishing
a lil' too much for me
Plus, for me, your party's not really where I want to be
Shit,
There's people here going ice fishing in the basement
And by ice
pinkies in the drawer"
She can be like a maiden from the days of yore
Hangin' out at Studio 54
Break-dancin' on the slick, brick disco floor
With Lionel
shoulders
Got a little older, now no choker by slave owners seem doper
Rather have freedom from debt
Quarterly trips, me and my bitch in gentleman's quarterly
a hoodie
Every time you make me cum it look just like vanilla pudding
Sit on yo face all day until you say, "Bae, it hurt me"
Then I turn around and give
aight you listening? Look
Look you can't educate me about bagging up
I've been doing this ting from day one and I
Can't see one guy that I think's
This food for thought is clogging my trap.
Principal's looking ready to snap.
Dazed by the slow clock time to choose.
Too tired to sit fishing for
Suffocated by mirrors, stained by dreams
Her honey belly pulls the seams
Curves are still upon the hinge
Pale zeros tinge the tiger skin
Moist
fishing.
Take me to that Valley,
I used to roam.
I wanna splash...
In the water,
Swim in the Kanawha.
Slap my paddle on the water,
cs I drift on...
going back some day come what may to blue bayou
Where the folks are fine and world is mine on blue bayou
Where those fishing boats with their sails float
and slit their throats
Protecting fish protects the sharks
We want walking the plank to last
Years went by with many dead
Until one day my parrot said
These
fishing
Oh yeah and Taylor got married
But I know you ain't miss it
You watching our every move
I know you close by
I’m gonna be okay but I’m gonna forever
boss shit
Twenty minutes go to four hours
I fell in love with a boss bitch
Fishing all day, looking 'round for a queen
I still ain't caught shit
new condition
'Cause they all float down here and you don't wanna miss 'em
I went fishing
Down deep in the wishing well
Met an Angel and took my
I put a fishing rod by your bed
Right next to a Bible
I leaned a guitar in the corner of your room
With some Milsap on vinyl
I figured the best
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