Lyrics:
fakin'
And the heart I know I'm breakin' is my own
To leave the warmest bed I've ever known
We could call it even
Even though I'm leavin'
And I'll be yours
hit by flying lead
You've not been hit by flying lead
You'd better close your eyes
You'd better bow your head
Wait for the ricochet
Ooh, ooh,
that is you poking on
I don't give a damn about your cheese or what you smoking on
Miss me with the drama
All your problems
And the folks involved
and her parents were kind of cool
But they were the fine line between me and you
We were just doing things young people in love do
Parents tryna find out
or would you let it be
We're okay with portraying the kind of energy
Appropriating death into something that it should never be
I don't feel safe anymore
I
therapeutic
Taking all of these emotions, put it all into the music
That’s the blueprint laid by the realest ones that do this
'Cause they choose to be
because you are lonely
Or that your parents are going to die
I like to get my coffee with all the little frothy things on the side
And I like to put in
because you are lonely
Or that your parents are going to die
I like to get my coffee with all the little frothy things on the side
And I like to put in
Nerd girl, I don't deserve you
I don't get the references you refer to
I love your Lipsmackers and
Your lack of perfume
I hope to get you home by
I feel like it's all tied in
And to it's kind of sense of purpose
PROXIMITY there's this
The nice the utopian idea would
Be that it reaches
Towards
and through?
See who you are
Deep in the core
Under the paint
Under It All
Paint me your face
And please be revealing
What are you dreaming?
What are
peace, Aiia Maasarwe
How can one man, be so heartless
So much pain and suffering, the struggles
Of life got me wondering
Millennials blinded, by
Tirelessly buzzing labels of thugs and terrorists
They pray to define us
Without bias, pray the pious
Patriots Actin' to spy on us
Don't let your faith be
that something be delicious.
Genie served 12 golden platters of different kinds of meat,
delicious daintes, bread whiter than snow.
After setting all
there crying on your own
Be a man, lose your queen you ain't no drone
So shut up bitch and watch that tone
Ok mic check 1-2
3 And 4, you don't know what
Everybody knows that you're just an asshole
Everywhere that you go
People wanna go home, everyone knows
Everybody knows, so don't pretend to be nice
Everybody knows that you're just an asshole
Everywhere that you go
People wanna go home, everyone knows
Everybody knows, so don't pretend to be nice
You know parents are the same
No matter time nor place
They don't understand that us kids
Are going to make some mistakes
So to you, all the kids
a bite
They need some wine or piece of pie
Sink or fly, seek the sky
He's the kind to free your mind
Read a line, he's divine
Brendan's getting deified
Did you have a license?
No, but don’t tell the cops that cuz I lied
So take it back before the murder, what was your primary set up?
I was paranoid
kind of Pokemon are you?
Yeah what kind are you (yeah yeah)
I take your normal type like Jigglypuff
Don't you bug me with a Caterpie
Yeah that's
(Verse)
I used to be left alone
...
Crib by myself
When i was like 3
Parents had to work but
They didn’t know that would damage me
Some things
..
And I don't really wanna go back to that shit
But I'm glad to have like twenty-seven fans that be fucking with me
Stall my entrance into the real world
the skillset
That I've developed
And I think anyone can develop
You know in a thousand parallel universes
You want to be wealthy in 999 of them
You don't want
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