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Glass Cactus broke my life Glass Cactus sex my wife Glass Cactus ruin my day Glass Cactus go away Aidan have addictions And Ezra he is short Dave
number again The blood in our veins and the brains in our head Drink the water with jagged glass Eat the cactus with bleeding mouth Not 91 or 93 but 92
reach that number again The blood in our veins and the brains in our head... Drink the water with jagged glass Eat the cactus with bleeding mouth Not 91
I should kill OJ behind the wheel of the Ford, I feel like Shaquille Breakin' the glass backboard weapons concealed Cactus Jack look what I brought
At the Fun House, I can never tell what's real/ Break the mirrors, none look at how i feel/ (×2) Im mentally cactus my glass house is shattered, The ceiling
Poking shot like we got cactus Bitch this glass yea Uh, bitch this glass it hit 3 times like a hat trick Play with me like COD I got a class put shit
Nothing... Nothing... Nothing, wakes me up from my dreams I have seen melons falling from shiny clouds I have seen cactus growing from your glass
bad it feels good In the land of this hot sand The tiny little rocks and glass and knots and nails I wandered away from you With cactus needles in my
his badness (No) He's sharp like a cactus They say that he's a savage (Savage) He can't stop me though (No) Cause I'm too cocky, yo (Yo) They really
That's a-boomin' through the cactus As he's gallopin' along: "Oh, I've rid from San Antony Through the mesquite and the sand I'm a rarin', flarin'
I'm all alone Well, I guess that isn't true I'm sitting here with this bottle and glass And all these memories of you And I can count on the ice
a minute It feels like you're hiding It feels like you're hiding from me (And it's up on the other side) Of the glass, yeah But your grips too shakey
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck Bitch I feel like Sick Nick, moonsault off the top rope Put a nigga through the glass if he want smoke Get the fuck out my ear,
and it can turn to stone If you don't count the moments so precious at home If the present is a mirror, then the past is just glass All the work that we
shots Damn am on new socks Scratches on my back thou Can't see you my glass tinted Am gonna reign this industry don't get shit twisted Already shortlisted
the glass Scaring me like who I am This is never what I wanted This is never what I planned Hold up Hold up Now I roll up Big booty Thick thighs Look who
To accidently see me Each night I watch you sitting all alone right by your window sill And stare at how you sip your glass of wine I'm not a dreamer, ain't
bitches lap up Then them hoes get passed down Then them hoes get passed up Sittin' on this money to me feel like a cactus I'm stickin' to this shit You
a glass jar Then drop it off to your kid's classroom Dirt bags, we belong on a vacuum A pad room, I fuck in my bathroom Long hallways my room is the last
Vi$ector & Alizer on this shit Ay, I can't Out run my past Don't tell me you love me Bitch I never asked I sip from the bottle, never from the glass
I am the homie With the glass mattress Reason why my sleep Got less progress I can see I guess The whole duckboard mess I am floating but I can't
Vi$ector and Alizer on this shit Aye I can't Out run my past Don't tell me you love me Bitch I never asked I sip from the bottle Never from the glass
them Shaking ice Move around Got that liquid in my cup It’s going down Drinking every night Solving all my problems Have another glass If u know that u
Like a glass at the wall, I am so shattered Stuck in a black hole and nothing matters And no one can change me I am a damaged dollar I cannot get out
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