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on the dog and bone we'd talk about fit girls until your dad got home. Your dad gave you hugs...my dad sold my dog. Your dad said he loved you and my dad not

your pretty white dress walking like you do,
God damn does the time just fly by too.
Back then is when I knew i was gonna marry you.

We were gonna win

And I don’t even smoke, gettin silly with the jokes, bit chilly on the road 
Ain’t grippy in the cold 
Nights not done but we made it back home 
Piss in

and go back to working
Sell your bed, sell your soul, the Devil is lurking
And he says “just another round, oh, just one more measure”
While the clock

the pain
I cannot decide 
Trapped inside a room
These four walls have eyes 
It looks so familiar 
Since I was a child 
Take me back where I didn’t stress

way back to me
Ooo, ohhh

Because the days without you
Is an emotional pain
And without you by my side
Leaves a void in my heart

And the pain of your

I loved you more than I've ever loved before
For the summer I had everything I wanted and more
You felt like home
It was better than I've ever known

Words never been worth a thing
Hittin the right spot makin it sing
All of my trophies back home wit my rings
Won all the championships in my sleep
Brodie

I graduated college
Sike a nigga graduated from the bottle
Sike a nigga graduated on to dollars
Cause back home we was having problems
I still

It's 5am I'm still out
The night sinks in my chest with doubts
It's better than being home with my thoughts
So let's roll another round
All

Loneliness seems defined
By my incompatible means yet to see
Loneliness seems defined
On how much more I can bleed
Here tonight.
Lost to see a memory

Soldier Jack, in the desert's wrath
From Kansas plains, a soldier named Jack
Inspired by gramps, no looking back
Joined the army, served with pride

up and I bought me a rolls
That bitch, she know how it go
I buy her anything, she want long as she act like my hoe
Remember, stand by the store nigga,

I knew I'd have to come back home to yesterday's cup of coffee
when the thoughts I then reflected are not to be
Why am I busily becoming

pardon without guns
Brooklyn Chop House, housed the short rib bao buns
I don't wait on people to tell me stuff
To rap about, I'm surrounded by make you

find my peace
Keep frying till I reach that roach yea
Driving, I creep up slow
Feel like dying when I reach my home
Fly new fleece in a bind all week

a storm cloud overhead
But what's the cause of all this rage? Nobody seems to have said

(Pre-Chorus)
Is it the traffic jam? The burnt toast at home?
Maybe

HOW COULD YOU
By Brad Dassey
2/9/2024


VERSE 1
How could you
Up and leave me
Take weeks and weeks of planning
Then to lie to my face
It's such

im delisional 
I was into the game, so why am i losing for
Quarantine is nice for the introverts 
Yeah im  pushing back my cuticles
While im home in

eyes girl I could see you drained
If I was your man
Baby you'd
Never worry 'bout
What I do
I'd be comin' home
Back to you
Every night I'm doin' you right

couldn't do again
I think what hurts the most
Now I'm nothing more than a ghost

Lookin back to days
I wish I could replay
When I lay in bed at home
I feel

gay
I ain't been the same since my childhood friend died

Try n stay alive but I'm dead on the inside Had a baby by the same bitch that broke me
It's

and June
Him and Mooney back playing tunes
If I get there, just point me in
The direction of the man from Littlefield

Take it home

to be great as dime
Let's multiply our vibe by 3 or 4, add a couple more
threesome, foursome, don't give a fuck we just trying to switch the flow
What is