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Then it's mystery why they fall to it
Fuck living in a blatant loop
Current run
Closest to the sun out of the folks where I'm from has ever stood
Confused with life who am I supposed to be
Feeling suppressed by all the pests
And nobody sees what this shit has done to me
Who am I supposed to believe
nogen der sagde som en stemme i mit hoved meget svag hvis du vil ha noget i den by må du tag
hvis du vil ha noget i den by må du tag
langt ude jeg enig
Confused with life who am I supposed to be
Feeling suppressed by all the pests
And nobody sees what this shit has done to me
Who am I supposed to believe
cried the tears,
Makuru, Makuru, the childhood of my years.
I started life by Campbells Track, my folks were pioneers,
They settled there to turn
Oh Lydia, oh, Lydia, say have you met Lydia
Oh, Lydia, the tattooed lady
She has eyes that folks adore so
And a torso even more so
Lydia, oh,
Don't you know, he was the king of saxophones
Yes indeed he was;
Talkin' 'bout the guy that made it sound so good
Some people knew him by the Bean
Don't you know, he was the king of saxophones
Yes indeed he was;
Talkin' 'bout the guy that made it sound so good
Some people knew him by the Bean
All the hoes coughin'
Truck is alls poppin'
Middle of newbury
Got the parkin lot rockin'
Old folks hate but
They still steadily watchin'
Wishin
or unrest, it's
4 a.m., 2 p.m., 5 a.m., 3 p.m., doesn't matter
6 a.m., 4 p.m., circadian rhythm ruins him
Working for the government, three days a week
I could
Sometimes I guess my best ain't good enough
'Cause when it's over, said shit done
You sittin by yourself mixed up
But I tried, I tried
P man
How you doin' man? My name is Frankie Anto, man
But my friends, they call me Frank B
Oh word man? Nice to meet you, man
So yo man E, what
P man
How you doin' man? My name is Frankie Anto, man
But my friends, they call me Frank B
Oh word man? Nice to meet you, man
So yo man E, what
Think the whole world's against you; Shit could be worse
Lost your girl and your friends too; Shit could be worse
Every person has a reason to exist
Knock knock
Open up the door
This ain't a joke
But the devil's been exposed
Like
Ha, ha, ha
All the way from the throne
Jesus laughing
They ain't ready for this, uh
Ha ha
I'm Rell Rascal, yeah, h
Ha ha
Bankroll, gotta get me some more
Hustle is my passion, but cooking is my payroll
Norske kids satt og digga Creation
De var mere populære enn The Playboy Foundation
Pol'tiskolen 1 og 2 og 3 var suksesser
Folk ropte til hverandre ingen
Ey broder 23 ey mannen säg till dem
När det gäller oss det klart de tänker om
Dessa hatar bratko men vi kom längre än dem
Röker döda folk min joint
the tools we fetch
Parents with glee
Dentists agree
Backed by the latest research
S U P E R M O U T H
Calcium, phosphorous
Bristles, Flossosaurus
able to fly through this world, doing what you love to do but because of a court order your son before the age of 1 has to fly twice a month and maybe by
Mothafucka' I ain't blinded by the system, twisted wisdoms fucked up like a breaking condom
Got 'Em, rewinded common problems which has dissolved
she spent
She has a car, 1990 brand new Jaguar
Fly kit, with chrome rims that's five star
That she bought when I was away on tour
Hittin' my bank
the right filter for taking that selfie
My Ireland is rich land dressed by Penneys
My Ireland is The Quiet Man
And Waterford Whispers shouting for us all
My
predominantly black but it’s controlled by them honkies huh they don’t call us slaves but they treat us like some donkeys can’t speak proper English so them
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