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Empty in My Arms  
Music by Deborah J Weitzman 
Words by Andrew Austin-Hancock and Deborah Jeanne Weitzman 

Seagulls wheel against the sky 
I lace

by their
Less than gentle giants
Minds manipulated by the parasite inside'em
But if you're a parasite in Ryan's eyes
You're put to silence
The great

to give your mind
A deep stroke
Sapiosexual
Living by the G code
We don't got no cheat code
I promise to you that
You ain't met no one
Like this before
Do I

got the big bucks
Clout got you gassed for a quick fuck
Went and got a girl to lick your arse
Instead of getting your dick sucked
(Dick sucked)
You're

the straw and it's Short as Josh is, That's so dickless, he's got britches that he just shit in, He's found missing By the

Cops, pissin', teeth gap fishin'

through the hate
I'll just elevate, you imitate
I'm a Top G you Great Value Andrew Tates
Run with nerds and casuals, I fly with the greats
When you die,

you're beside it's harder, to think bout any partner
And when you somewhere farther and my feelings full of ardor getting screamed at by my father wishing

Mythological Beauty

Big Thief

Capacity

2017

know the way

So much more to live your life
To walk the floor
To say goodnight
Do you leave your light on?
Do you leave your light on?

You're

shall be forsaken
And a new age has begun

Day by day to the lay, I always took myself to school and did it with my due diligence
Got outta bed every

padam
Wypaczam to całe nasze pożycie i za to, że mi wybaczasz

To ten joint, do którego zawsze będziesz wracał
Najlepsze klimaty, po których masz zero

I can do for you cause you're
Danger
Girl your body dangerous
My homies said that you's a red flag I shoulda listened
I guess I thought I could sip

My boys joining in for the Gangar remix
Yeah, yeah, yeah, Marc Andrews
Dímelo Blackwill
Nothing but respect for my day ones
Insomnia music
I don't

documentary about the rise of Andrew Tate
The evidence abundant but authorities see little intel
In the face of abused girls and gunslinging incels
They're told

Repetice
Slova intuice
My říká hej
Vypadni do ulice
Hudba posila mi
Vzkazy pulzy
Do palice
Lidi který dávaj seen
Teď nasrali se
Říkají promiň hej

Let's start at the very beginning
A very good place to start
When you read you begin with A-B-C
When you sing you begin with do-re-mi
Do-re-mi

world shine bright 
Every little situation wey you come by

We can do romeo julio
I fit die for you 
Play by yours truly ooo

You are my honey bun butter

(pssst)
I think not, hard knock the cock, welcome to my sweat shop
I pick locks made by NFL, NBA, NHL, fuck all day
You could say I didn't do this shit

on
Because you're looking like you ain't Got nothing else to do either
Hell, you might even be infected just Like me

Zombie apocalypse blues
Oh, what are you

another like her
Whatcha gonna do when I'm comin at you
Nothin cause you suck like a vacuum
2020 And we masked up, gassed up
Gettin run over by mac trucks

mimonshey, ab'agbara mi, I no do voodoo
20something years with you, God it's been a great pleasure
Although I've faced challenges that have been a great

you no fit rest your punanana
Moni oma wa wa wa
Wa wa wa si mi baby
Oya pada wa simi baby
I say turn around for me baby
For me baby yaya
Moni oya Julie

fact alive
At the same time as Andrew Carnegie
Slow grandma driver, are you okay
You're taking up space in both of the lanes
It's not your fault, no

Stone Washed
Lyrics and Music by Andrew Weiss

I'm stone washed and slightly dazed, it's a dangerous time to be me 
I wish I was an explorer, living

Julie, please answer your phone
Fix your records so we can all move on
Do you even exist
Or on a plane that barely makes any sense
Body-less,