Lyrics:
Trying to fill the void by going to the store
Getting really sick consuming all this trash
Cause once you get the good stuff you drink it too fast
to yourself
Don't look to no one else
I packed up all your stuff
I had about enough
It's too late now
And you want to change your ways
Too late now
And you want
Oh, by the way, got a tip for J cole
Just shut your cake hole
Oh, hey Dolan Dark, these aren't memes
They're stolen art
You need to see a doctor,
the salesgirls up at Saks
You gotta have a real taste for maniacs-
Suddenly I do!
That's great! That's swell!
The other stuff as well
It isn't every day you
I'm Mrs. Nat King Cole
And what a joy it's been
To be asked by Brian McKnight
To remember some of the christmas' with my husband
We were married
I’m fucking and barely getting your battery
liking alive
But in latter eleven i picking no you and I losing my life
I’m too full I don’t a brake
So long, farewell
Goodbye you crazy Southerner, goodbye
Don't cry, turn away
Don't change, I'll write
And all the other stuff we kinda mean
an M.C. rapper and nothin' else
I keep rhymin' and I do it by myself
Could you be like me? I rap my none stop rhymes
You will never hear pause when I say
and stuff that keeps you guarded
Tell me all your favorite songs by all your favorite artists
Tell me everything
Tell me what you like about me, tell me what
she's got the stuff
She's young and tough
(So young)
You bet I want it
Some like to talk, some fantasize
They call her cheap and easy but that's a lie
cause she's hot stuff
And we sang
Hi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Garage Band
And we got
Hi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Wasn't planned
Alex had his Fender shining like
their beliefs
See if Julian favors Brian, it's evil, it bothers me
So I'll rule and I'll make it right by outlawing their marriage dreams
FUCK SCOTUS
"If
away
We love you, we love you
We love you, we love you
We love you, we love you
We love you, we love you
Brian Jones had an aura that Mick soon would
Two Theoretical Physicists
Walk into a fabric shop
"Can you get us some sewing thread?
And Fabric of that Space-Time stuff?"
The shopkeeper, well he
if you know that then you're good to go
Yeah, no dreams too big
Chase anything you have the passion to do
Only a dream 'til it happen to you
[Slim Thug][Hook: x 2]
When I hit the club all the girls show me love
While I'm at the bar, got drank by the jug
In the v.i.p with the chicks
music and killing the game
Soon Imma be in the hall of fame
Wait you coming for me?
You gotta know
I'm bout to blow
Can't stop my flow
Niggas too slow
I'm Mrs. Nat King Cole
And what a joy it's been
To be asked by Brian McKnight
To remember some of the christmas' with my husband
We were married
I gotta tell something real
I've seen some stuff you'd never dream
Although I'm haunted by my past
I'll never go back on my word
I gotta tell
stuff's sacred, yeah, the comments are closed
It's a-so special that nobody knows
And never will, oh and you'll never know, you'll never know
So good
not with Ninja Brian
Whoever that is
And now we have four original
And two cover albums to our name
With all this stuff under our belt
It seems
and grind, it's all come to a juncture
This stuff on my mind, feeling dumb for every blunder
It's gonna be fine, though my hunger feel like thunder
I juggle
tortured by these guys, ain't no running away
See, I'm a star up on these tracks, & that's on public display
So either face me, or you fuckin afraid
Don't
the hoopla stuff,
It makes you think you can't do enough
For the shiny symbols
And the other countries feel the same as we
And regret that I have but one
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