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understand the complexity
Of my political views
I understand that everything will
Make more sense as
You keep on reading My Struggle there's
Always beauty in
you in all of your glory
You like to tell me about brutal murders
You make me choke on my pasgetti
Korean airlines that was shot down by
And I'm marked by darkness and by blood
And by a thousand powder-burns"
Well, you know those fish with the swollen lips
That clean the ocean floor
like Grabba, come here, mama
Baby, spin around, let me see how you move loosely
Hop inside the Lambo, it's just us in the two-seat
Everything I got
I just dropped a Richard mille on my wrist wrist
Bad chick I just got the digits
I get everything that's on my wish list
Diamonds dance sparkle like
anyway
Haunted by thoughts of
The more you get, the more you want
Everything you want you just can't have it
(You just can't, just can't have it all)
on the radio
Richard calls up his sister, June
And says 'Do you want to come along to the show?'
June scrapes the money together for a babysitter
Tom's working
A lot of those people who thought I was crazy
Sent their draft cards back you know
It doesn't matter whether Richard Nixon
Wants to have an army
If are
in
Richard Millie
Where the hell have you been
Without you all the time blows in the wind
Taking my soul out by every inch
Sucking my feelings out with
tryna find my wings, so I let it ring
They like what you want, I want everything, I want everything
I just wanna Patek, wanna AP on my wrist
I just wanna
I want to ride!
Can I ride?
I want to ride!
I want to ride!
Shake 'em up like you're playin' them craps
Two snake eyes puttin' fellas
they're taking toll
If you've been bad, Lord, I bet you have
And you've not been hit by flying lead
You've not been hit by flying lead
You'd better
the eye?
I woulda shot you in the body
Why you shot me in the eye?)
Ridin in the ambulance everything is hectic
I can't get a grip, I just can't check this
Al-Ma'mun translated him from Greek
And began a golden era when
Religion let you think
But reason was rejected by
This guy Al-Ghazali
Which is probably why
b-b-b-blat)
Who want the smoke? (Yeah, who?)
Who want the smoke? (Bardi! Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Who want the- who want the-, who want the smoke? (Ayy)
Is you
my trust
If I call my brother he gone bust
He don’t want pressure cause he know wassup
Fuck all that hating watch me get to the top
No you can’t beat
hoe you think you got a pear shape
But in real life ya ass got a bear face
Walking around like you want to catch a case
But i do think ya ass need
body anymore
I want it to feel natural not like a chore
I don't believe in soulmates. I think you choose someone and make it work
When I chose someone,
and you are solid
Right by my side you riding
Cant nothing divide us
I like the way you moving when you grooving yea
At everything you do you keep improving
the face
Watch they watch you
Step on the stage
Pop champagne
Yea she love it
Richard Mille
Yellow plain
Call it bumble
My Jeans too exclusive
Can't
a thang real about you and that's the obvious truth
And we don't even feel it nigga get a clue
Who is you, I'm protools you boys old news
You want war are
easier
but I realise, I realise
I don't want you, Richard
I'm sick of the static, I'm in a bit of a panic
I was thinking everything is bullshit, so why
aren't monsters, we're all humans, just like you
So decide for yourself if I'm a monster when I'm through
Don't believe everything you hear and only half
! I will shit on you
I remain fatter than gluttony
Tapin' bombs on the back of record companies
Blow 'em up if they ain't want me
The national
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