Lyrics:
Livin' in a plot by Quentin Tarantino
Now we on top like a criminal hero
Start to live it up, take a trip to Montego
To the left, to the right,
don't need no help, to starve to death
I can do that on my own
I can do bad by myself
I don't need no help, to starve to death
I ain't trying to be
male gender with intentions of buying
You lying to these motherfuckers, talking 'bout you can help with my story
You can help me if you sell this pussy
starting to get heavy, mm
I can't help but think I haven't felt this way
Since I asked you to go steady
Wonderin' would you be my little quarantine?
you can't hear the silence
Even when it's there. Like the wind seen from the window,
Seeing it but not being touched by it.
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Words sometimes
friends and babys that for sho
just like Watson, Hailee, Baby Tash and Joe
so we never talked about that late snack with van man
we rather talk about
friends and babys that for sho
just like Watson, Hailee, Baby Tash and Joe
so we never talked about that late snack with van man
we rather talk about
face with a Mach razor
Then walk away from her cause
I'm a heart breaker
This ain't an arcade or a game at all
Crossing me on an off day is like
Tossing
goes on
This shit got deeper, you was havin' my seed
I couldn't wait to see this little nigga look like me
Sure enough a little fat guy named D'Ryan
to sing out of key
Ooh, I get by with a little help from my friends
Ooh, I get high with a little help from my friends
Mmh, gonna try with a little help
from my ears
Sometimes the simplest of things, people need it
But I ain't call back in fear of being speechless
What was I to put her at ease with?
I
Dear Mr president, I set me down
To send you greetings from my home town
And send you best wishes from
All the friends I know
In Texas, Alabama, Ohio
the devil in my head
Communication coming in
Too much that I can't communicate with all of them
I do wish I had scientist or engineer friends, let's go
your dignity, and pied the piper
Shot by a sniper, Donal Draper
Split you in half like a piece of paper
Look at all my words just before I lay it
un hu, un hu...
My homme named Kyle lives up the block,
He's Got a big fat mom that sucks my cock!
Non stop, she's a sight to see,
A real sloppy bitch
to have cards and now we're playin' with swords
My G went from Blackjack to a black Jack Sparrow
I know so many man who got a case on their head
That
All I'm tryin' to do is keep my pockets fat
With this pimp game, and these funky beats
Now here's a little story from the Oakland streets
You see,
Been holding up for a little minute, swear this shit not easy
12 o'clock on any bike, yelling long live Easy
Tired of waking up, going on my phone,
to sing out of key.
Oh, i get by with a little help from my friends
mm, i get high with a little help from my friends
mm, gonna try with a little help from
of that romanticized rubbish
We tend to fantasize and love it
Excuse my African French
That's just me giving a passionate attempt
I've come back from
owed to me
Come build with me, I do it well
Sphuma ver, from a little city that you knew as hell
Europeans greet me, je m'appelle
It was hard for my bae,
My teacher asked me
If I'd be alright being
In a cabin with my friend Joe
Even though most kids
Were put in cabins
With kids that they didn't know
a friend like me
I'm down for you, so ride with me
My enemies your enemies
'Cause you ain't never had a friend like me
Nobody knows where we'll be
My
still live with the piano.
I played with that piano. Every day, I would drape a sheet over the piano. It would be my fort underneath. I would read
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