Lyrics:
the guidelines
That's, Puerto Rican judo
Go ahead go ahead and dance around
Flip my fixed frown
Fuck with my sounds
Taste my nouns
Hold it down down
Don't
an animal since the fall
Dirt got me rubbing my hands
I mean paws
I hold one hand up to God
Other one won't let me talk
They tried to pin me with fraud
Mad
the man with the jams
Never had a master plan
Get the crowd of niggas hype
Got them eating out my hand
100 grand get it and flip it up With my peeps
And my
Hold me baby and I will treat you nice
Hey so long, I´ll be gone tonight
I took the train to no mans land
I smell blood and gasoline
My hands were
line
But I said they gotta wait
So for now move out my way
I been Running by the lake
cnd I'm keeping clean, my hands
cnd I'm saving up my bands
Soon I
play has such confrontation:
Guilt by association.
"Hold me, hold me"
"If I were to"
"I can't, can't, I swear I can't let you."
"It's all in your
to hold, he couldn't pick it up
Pass the mic, let him try to get paid
He hit the stage, it went off like a hand grenade
Now scrape him off the floor
The flashback memories, of police when they raid the spot
My daughter staring down the barrel of the police shotty
There ain't no way these people hold me back
bitch "I got your back," tat my name on her spine
Got my hand on her ass, Givenchy's on the gas
Got semis in the dash, I got a van full of ballers like
place
Trying to find a way to maybe find the light of day
If I could rewind then I'd re-live my life again
And sit and hold my nan's hands while she felt
those times when it was you and me
Do you remember when I said you meant the world to me
You still do
Cause I miss the way it felt to hold your hand in
York City
With this guitar in my hand
I've been wishin on these stars too long
I've been playin in these bars too long
I've been hold up in your
patience for relations kiss
My Rari bitches niggas don’t know us
We never saw these niggas
You can hold this 30 out this 40 nigga
You die, you hit forgis -
the cameras
Any mic you hand us, Likwid niggas make us killers
So we rock the motherfucker, now we back stage (chillin')
Still in my wet ass clothes,
pack
And we for whatever
We get down in this pleasure heavy
And we are measured by the tens degrees of math
In a puzzle hand locked, clocked in struggle
far away
Toss and turning around
Turning around
The clock hands hold me down
Turning around and round and round
And I'm reaching for water
And to wake
you like
So we should hold hands if it feels right
You like things that I like
So we should hold hands
I like things that you like
So we should hold
to see your face
I could hold your hand on the way
Parasol in the rain
You're searching through your stars for a sign
Hoping things makes sense by
boobies
I don't really understand I, I wanna be more than friends
I, I just wanna hold your hand and
Grab that juicy fat ass!
Is that a Broom poster
to Zurich is your next destination
I won't hold your hand when you need me to
You know the rain keeps driving and I just keep driving to
The only time I ever
with you and hold your hand?
Can I stay, stay here with you forever?
How wonderful is spending another wonderful day with you
I feel like if I was
Than you went, seid nothing, and suddenly you were so close to me,
Now I just wish you were here to hold your hands,
I just wanna hold your hands
One
dogs?.humping dogs?stickin? that thing in any crack that passes by??..
Dirt falling in my mind, ..dirt gets stuck in my mouth, dirt gets stuck in my eyes?
Seeing
of the passenger seat, holding roses
Put my hands around her neck and I grip it and keep choking
Hear the bones snap, crackle, esophagus needs closing
Take this
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