Lyrics:
testify
Who's that girl? You let me lie
All summer night, reachin' for nine
On stand by, all at a time
You get high, and you testify
I got a text
done did it to themselves man!
Eh yo, you see him
Cam in the BM
Wit the Koreans
To G 'em
Wit land in Korea
Take the leer jet flight
When?
Thursday
and the heaven's gave birth to star
God placed it in a man on the day he was born
Convicted minutes after, a true natural disaster
Framed for manslaughter,
of the Imperium assembled before the towering cyclopean walls of ancient Gul-Kothoth. It was some time before the billowing dust cloud raised by the massed arrival
Let me take ya'll back man
Shout out to Cole
One day the pastor
He was talking to me
He called me Lil' Reverend
While I stood in a seat (yeah)
Oil
care who niggas down with
I'm violatin' 'em if they was out here doin' clown shit, c'mon man (woo)
I know what happen, y'all know what happen, y'all
just wish you were my by side
Now I'm havin ahh, now I'm havin a bummer summer
Man this summers been bummer, now I'm havin a bummer summer
Man this
His beats was clogged, he needed Liquid Plumber
Damn I wonder why he sound like Donna Summers?
Or Nat King Cole, that style is old
100 G's up
Street
Who call themselves The Fugs
In April
They record by Harry Smith doing the
Punkiest songs yet to exist
Lo-fi noisy shit about poetry, sex and drugs
shit real!
Now who the realest everybody feel this
And everyday of my life
People try to tell me that I hate the whites
Cause I said what's right
I go
packed his bags, filled his tank of gas
Man, it went by so fast
Too good to last, yeah, just like that
It was goodbye summer, you tore me apart
Blue
was broken by my pride and my vanity
Who's gonna love you when your looks are gone?
God will,
Like he waters the flowers on your window sill.
lil' hoe a thot
I will say it to her face, but she like, no I'm not
Man, I swear that bitch would slap me
The mouth was always open, yeah, she chewin'
make a much better connection
Hemingway at Cafe Select
Donna Summer in the discotheque
Once you get good, you can get it wherever you are
Sloppy
ex hell how can I wish my ex well
I've still got ex hate
Bryson Tiller I was tryna see my ex change
I'm Scott Summers now, nothing but an ex man
Still
yeah
Yeah, he packed his bags, filled his tank with gas
Man, it went by so fast
Too good to last, yeah, just like that
It was goodbye summer, you
Beside the drum kit in the basement
I was trying to get to sleep
I heard your voice come through the floorboards
On my answering machine
But by
headed down a step
On this particular day he was all by himself
The jeep rolled up, he didn't have his heat, his heart froze up
Moschino's hopped out
my shirt say
Bitch, I'm ballin' like I play for Berkeley
I'm one hundred percent, fuck a survey (yeah)
I might pop out and see you on Thursday
The clouds clashed and the heaven's gave birth to star
God placed it in a man on the day he was born
Convicted minutes after, a true natural disaster
Framed
We got divided, it was something inside us
And it was not us
We were so naive, we were just like animals
Told what to believe by the beasts who
were wet,
The Prussian Major gaily laughed, and lit a cigarette.
But mid the white-faced villagers who cowered in horror by,
Was one who saw
I met a man without a dollar to his name
Who had no traits of any value but his smile
I met a man who had no yearn or claim to fame
Who was
Summer time dress got you looking so fine,
Sitting down and you walking right by,
Your with your man, and you tell him that you love him,
The thing
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