Lyrics:
to my ass
Every day, me and Mary Jane
Why I feel like the past is catching up to my ass
Why I feel like the past is catching up to my ass
Why I feel
took the plunge it's funny tho
From Hell I've Resurrected the rebel connected
Telekinetic moving naturally devils respect it
Yes All seven your hell is
HOWARD STARK
This is the key to the future.
I'm limited by the technology of my time.
But one day you'll figure this out.
And when you do...you will
like I’ve taken over the Roku space
You could tap into me and hear so many thangs
Bad energy I’ve had so many days
Pre Chorus
Oh giver
Take me to your
me at one branch or let me make ‘em all yours
Cuz I’m a giver, I’m a grower, I’m a lover, till it hurts
And I’d hate to not know ya, but I’m not sure
that was plane to see
But Jane and me weren't meant to be
Cause she was eighteen
I was in first grade
And I would daydream
About her all day
'Lotta water
bands off the flip
Buy the buildings that we ran through as kids
I wish that every day
That I could roll it up by the zip
Now a nigga got pounds where
passing by
Skidrows and winos and some folks that I know
That don't do like I think they should
I thought they were livin' their lifes all wrong
Long,
So many questions on my brain
That on some days
I can't maintain
But I give praise
To Mary Jane
In my distorted
Clouded haze
The gaseous waves
never lived
I can't wait
For a day that you need to be saved
And I'm not in reach
Because you are my Gwen Stacy
You are my Jane, Mary
And I wish that I
field, the way he deals
Just has to harden up
But let me stop all the talking, and give you the hard facts
Stories of shoes I didn't walk in, still giving
I was just a youngin' sellin' like a boat (Like a boat)
Started off by movin' weight like Po (Like I'm Po)
And no, I do not peep hoes (Nope), but my
lived was so strong
The giver became the gift, all one
The day that I was so sweetly sung
The wind seemed to whisper softly, "oh
Son,
Don't wait
you got to be care giver
Some shit that don't make sense you just gotta keep it flowing
Bucky died, Keem died, Rob died
Trying make it out the trenches
it takes to make 'em gel
And in Washington I'm known by one and all
As the hostess with the mostest on the ball
They would go to Elsa Maxwell
dumping all this lead
Still we, hanging of the ledge
I can't play in to your hand, I'm iller
The Indian giver
Thoroughly believe that every man's a killer
go-around's a trip
And if I come back, I'm rockin' ninety-nine shows
In the front with all of my fans, throwin' elbows all day
We bustin' out of your
back, I'll throw ninety-nine shows
And shove nine inches of dick in ninety-nine hoes all day
I got a nine millimeter
Ready to go off any minute so
THEY WERE CURSED TO A CAVE BY THE VOWS THEY EACH GAVE. YES, SUCH WAS THEIR PLIGHT ON THE PLANET DEARTH.
KAI THE DESTROYER AND JUBILANT JANE WERE DOOMED
None of the hoes are mine and that's ok yea
Got em all takin bottles to the face yea
Been smoking it by the pound, that Mary Jane yea
Underneath
on!)
Back in the days I went through visions, in my head, dreams that you'd listen
But my wonderful fans they came, and made it all come to fruition
and see your face you left a space that's fillable by someone who's not you
Don't worry baby all the shady areas are gana be full by sunlight and neon
crew
through their daily exercises:
Put your hands on your head, Simple Simon Says
Put them down by your side, Simple Simon Says
V V: How do you
All I got is a little bit of scratch and I’m gambling heavy
Always ready to go
Brand new territory I've never seen before
Stick my flag in the ground
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