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altar, that's where God
Sat when she wanted to
Have a word with him, and I was sitting in this chair at this Particular time, and um,
Just venting, letting
DON'T THINK I DON'T LOVE YOU
(Dallas Frazier)
« © '66 Blue Crest Music »
Your old cheatin' heart has finally caught you
A thousand times I told
I'm way too focused on them blues
Self made, know my lil bro keep a broom, goodbye with you
She said who that Miggy kid
I said girl, I'm that lil dude
her with the guys, that lil' hoe the swoo
Slimey shit, get sleazy, fool, by the way, free shiesty fool
Nigga play, gon' make the news, want all
a rock without hitting some guy with a guitar
Since you brought it up I must confess I got my own band, too"
He said his name was Wallace Hartley, I
So let's be done with this. You said “I want you, I don't want another, I want a girl who knows how to suffer.” Chalk down my hands, I need to work
Hey Slim, I drank a fifth of vodka
You dare me to drive?
You know the song by Phil Collins, "In the Air of the Night"
About that guy who could have
Hey Slim, I drank a fifth of vodka
You dare me to drive?
You know the song by Phil Collins, "In the Air of the Night"
About that guy who could have
by myself and I
Can't stop, no, fucking with these bitches, gotta
Lock down, cause my heart been feeling extra stronger
Want you, but I know I can do
wrestle with Virgil on
Like who is the greatest guy
That I knew ‘cause
He’s definitely one of the top you know, one
Of these times when I look at like
Him
lights with a hand full of news
So fuck what you heard, not a damn thing to lose
Little buddy look
I don't do it for fame and the fortune
Recognize I could
him
There goes the guy with the funky sound
The Beastie Boys you know we come to get down
Because I've got the flow where I grab my dick
And say oh
it
The friend zone king and misery got acquainted
If disappointment was the cops, I always get arrested
That's what happens when you ride with millions
night
Put on the make up with red white blue
Crossing it out with ten bible
Pull out the rifle, round up cycle
Begging his life what the dead guy do
Ethiopia Blues
I take a small break from my duty
My thoughts they are circling like smoke from my cigarette
My daddy's gone back to Djibuti
To pay
on dat side
Dat side, dat side, dat side, dat side, dat side
I'm so anti, I'm so, I'm so anti
Seen my buddy passout, I'm careful who I stand by
All
This a special dedication, (thank y'all)
I wanna thank you for the fuel
No really thank you
(Y'all better hear this shit)
I felt so inspired by
Slipping into the heartless becoming darkness
(Nice Guy Turns Bad)
Verse 3
Monsters are not born they're created/
By the ones they're associated/in
tricks and
Solo cups with
Xans and cliques and
Sorority girls just tryna get by
Who love pink metal alloys
Guy, I'd love to show you my condo some time
But
in Gotham like
Run my guy, Be like Kumaren, bossing, hop in a foreign you're gonna run for your life
You're gonna beat us with boredom, I never join em
shit to buddy, he didn't have to die did he?
I guess it's because his dad was a judge in the city
They didn't want him in the pen with the thugs that
probably hear this every day, but I'm your biggest fan
I even got the underground stuff that you did with Skam
I got a room full of your posters and your
did
How hard we pray
How hard we suffer
How hard we Cope
How strong we are
Flow with me
I say make you no go jonze with me
Ride with me
No mean say
I'm aware that my artistry different
I'm aware that my heart is by my cuff link
Though I'm living a life with a lot of plush things
I'm living a life
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