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jeans
White polo, and gray Vans for green onesies
I wouldn’t have believed this shit myself
I had to talk to the prison psychiatrist
When I got here i
fin ghi khelani bidon
Anti S w business ghatsali f'7bibis
Ghatsali ma9toul b7al John Lennon
Dandana dyal derhem machi Young Thug
Toc Toc b7al Mobydick
Beware little children, of the one in the corn
Beware of his siren-like song
Beware of his potion he pours from the horn
Or he'll steal you away
really awesome
Now walk up to the club like "What up? I got a hit song"
I'm so pumped, I bought some clothes from the thrift shop
Ice on the fringe is
by those standards and those John Hughes endings.
But there will be soft skin and pillows to share.
He's nailed to the white picket with his heart
to kill every nigga
That stand by him or speak for him
Can you stop actin' like you
Doin' me a favor? Do I seem rattled?
This idiot don't even know he tell
holy grail we were immersed in this life a carefree existence
Dream one day we would play with the gods green lit for this mission
Strong as steel inside
Elton John or Lionel Richie
Call up my butler, get clothes washed by the maid
Ivory soap; this is clean; feel like Cascade
I count the bills, roll
shushy if you gonna keep pushy the boshy boasty fishy wishy skitty witty Eminem John Wicky and You been Caspar Gicky Ghost just look at how many songs he
shushy if you gonna keep pushy the boshy boasty fishy wishy skitty witty Eminem John Wicky and You been Caspar Gicky Ghost just look at how many songs he
six cardinal colors:
Yellow, red, orange, green, blue, and purple
And there are 3, 000 shades
And if you take these 3, 000
Shades and divide them by 6
Where have you gone
Aspiring John
Playing your songs alone
With no-one's ears to fall on
Where did you go
My little Joe
In sovereign snows and cold
and thousand chains on, I got put up on
Ever green baggies, sellin' capsules, runnin' in classrooms
Slick bastards get C.R.E.A.M, yelling cash rule
Smile like
years, four hundred songs, but only just one dream
At least two thousand followers, at least ten thousand streams
We were churning out that content,
Tiefe in mehr Richtungen, als es gibt
Jemand hat sich in diesen Moment verliebt
Meditation entspannt geb' ich das Ruder aus der Hand
Und lass mich
I, woke up this morning got ready to roll
Put on my green bomber it was, freezing cold
Applied long johns with Adidas not matching
I called up Jam
friction when I flex up the jaw to hit the joint
That can actually give a blood mob like Gotti
Like the body cool keep the strap up by the naughties
a fat log,
Nasty and Nice in the studio all day long
Rollin wit Gino and Jon, that's 4 deep strong
You'll remember the name by the end of the song
Nasty
Love and Memory by John Clare
Thou art gone the dark journey
That leaves no returning
'Tis fruitless to mourn thee
But who can help mourning?
Non farti il viaggio come in DMT
Sai che i miei fra' hanno
Più metallo degli AC dC
Ho un'armeria giù in cantina
Sembro James Bond
Morpheus, John Wick
see me and faint
It's drastic, I'm past my limit of coke
I think I'll up my high by slittin' your throat
Push your baby carriage into the street,
Eat the Al Greens, won't sniff the Kurt Blows
Mase got something to say and it goes
(Maseo is rocking on the radio)
Now I think we're talking 'bout
Eat the Al Greens, won't sniff the Kurt Blows
Mase got something to say and it goes
(Maseo is rocking on the radio)
Now I think we're talking 'bout
animal drums like he's doctor teeth, it goes red light green light 1 2 3, one large coffee, fuck you, peace.
[John Darnielle:]
I crawled down
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