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ANGEL OF THE MORNING
Merrilee Rush & The Turnabouts
Words And Music by Chip Taylor

There'll be no strings to bind your hands,
Not if my love can't

zu vergessen, doch
Alles umsonst, nichts hat geklappt
Egal ob Tanzkurs oder Chips
Laut geheult zu Taylor Swift
Alle Coachings, die es gibt
Die

Sick of side winding ass niggas on some real shit
They see my nice side but they think I will not kill shit
I’m wit my team winning all the chips like

in my chain, there ain't no chips
We be really in the mix
I be all in the club, drunk, talkin' shit
We be really in the mix

Yellow tabs on my

exhale, take a photo, make a gif
Got a bitch in my kitchen making 7 layer dip
Keep a chip on my shoulder like
I never made the ship
For the whip, paid

mein Swagger ist der Shit
Ich bin Taylor Johnson - und
Swag ist auch der Shit
Und ich esse bisschen Chips
Sippe Dirty Grape Soda
Mein Swag ist der Shit -

been the same Zay still in moving distance
I was backed up, waiting for my back up
Tryna stack my cheddar get my chips and get my bag up
Mediocre rappers

A Freak,
Camille, Shontae, And Taylor,
She A Freak,



1st Verse:
She Like Being Touched And She Like Being Fucked,
And She Like Eating Nut Wit A Finger In

nigga Wiz will smoke an ounce in one sitting
Yeah it's the Planes and the Taylor Gang
Lame niggas putting locks and chains on they bitches

Smoke

lick
Fa! fa! Pew, Uh, fri'
My Uber banned, so I'm taking a Lyft
I'm in the kitchen whipping up the
No, Whipping the white girl, Taylor Swift

Uh, uh,

best
We run the check and we run respect
It's Taylor Gang and you just a name
It's Taylor Gang and you just a name
And it's Taylor Gang and we just

bricks and chips
You gonna respect me
Without hittin' licks
You gonna respect me

You gonna respect me
Kick u out clean it up I am Messi
Look so good all

Pit
Turned 23 put AP on my wrist
I spit that dope and they getting a fix
Love story ass bitch you is not Taylor Swift

I got some people they ass

every single day
I've been working, working, working

Yeah, I'm always getting paid,
Always getting chips while you settle with a bag of Lays
Got a chain

bill y'all
I'm stacking my chips against all odds
I'm robbing the riches
And feared like the discussion of God
Tell me the problems the youth
And our job

ashit
Bitch we steppin on a opp grab the clip it's full ashit
You can go and ask my pop Taylor boyz we thug ashit
Taylor made lil nigga ain't no one

really 'bout what you say
I'm in doubt, it's okay, I been out with your bae, yeah
With a black and yellow bitch, Taylor Gang
Hit the strip for a fade,

on a cliff
Nomo 21 I'm 22
Say I move Taylor swift
She bending over
Poppin Pussy
Like that shit a Gift
Took her to the room
Then I buss it
Like my 30 Clip
I

Jay and I don’t give a care
I want a Chinchilla and a new sweater
I don’t like the Taylor or Jay-Z
I only like my style and that is me
I write my own

a bad man, like taylor dem a stitch fi di gun
Boy stop from fool wid di gun
Shoot up a school wid di gun
Nah guh by nuh rule wid di gun
Teef a trade man

then my arm might twist (huh?)
I need ten thousand singles, I go Pringles with the chips
This Fendi fur is his and hers, it cost your boy a grip (burr)

Queen of the House

The Supremes

The Supremes at the Copa

1965

(Miller/Taylor) 

Up every day at six
Bacon and eggs to fix
Four kids from one to four
Pretty soon there'll be one more

I got old floors

hell who cutting onions here. 

Play with my names it's gone be tears slow singing flowing bringing Tears chip on my shoulder I done carried it for years

fuckin nigga shoulda been rich
Nigga I'm too swift no mafuckin Taylor Taylor
White girls from the mafuckin trailer fuckin' trailer
Doing no favors for