Lyrics:
Undercover
Voters
Voters
Voters
Voters
Live from Duane Reade
Simmerhjitte, sjoch se sitten
Op it superdrokke strân
Yn de weagen
Reade rêgen
Bluetoothspeaker by de hân
Lauwe radlers
Sloffe koekjes
De rook fan
It is hjerst yn e simmer mar it is net kâld
Gjin reade blêdsjes oer de hiele wrâld
Dit is gjin goeie simmer foar dy en my
Wie dizze simmer gau wer
De wite streken fleane foarby
Op it reade asfalt ûnder my
De wyn yn 'e rêch
Wyske yn 'e kop
It wiuwend griene gers
ûnder in strak blauwe loft
Nei de
you acting like that?)
The weed made me do it
Devils advocate hot, it take days to do it
My crew do drugs Duane Reade couldn't breed
Drive me in
you acting like that?)
The weed made me do it
Devils advocate hot, it take days to do it
My crew do drugs Duane Reade couldn't breed
Drive me in
like it's Duane Reade wine
Cause it's the only type of wine my fake id let's me buy
I'm feeling kinda low, so I'll get real high, cause I like that, yeah
duorret it noch sa lang
De see sil him wer deljaan, en sjochst roazen, wer reade roazen op dyn behang
Want watsto tinkst dat is al tocht
En watsto sikest is
what a relief. And y'all ain't even washed yesterday's blood off your teeth. Behind the buck-bin Duane Reade aviators plateed with the dookie brown tint
ass
If it's Trudeau, if it's Trump
Joe Biden? What the fuck?
Can't remember, can't remember
Tara Reade? Who's that?
Who can I count on to have my back
it vaandel
Respekt is de reade tried
Doch mar gewoan dan dochst al gek genog
Bliuw dysels is wer't it om giet
Nije as âlde tiiden
It makket hjir neet
Ongeleid projectiel
ontspoorde trainwreck
Myn sicht op et paad foarut de reade trit bin ik kwyt
It has disappeared
Ik wit net mear wer ik hinne gea
Shawty
Tara Reade tells us so
Joe Biden is a sexual assaulter, Tara Reade tells us so
Brett Cavanaugh is a rapist, Blasé Ford tells us so
Brett Cavanaugh is
Tim Shang Asian Accent
Ni Hao
Burberry, Calorie, Carb
I love Burberry, also go to Duane Reade
Chocolate Cup Cake, Fried Chicken, Anyway
I love
Jag var inte gammal när jag sluta drömma
När jag klev rätt in i skuggorna
Mitt landskap ständigt öde
På min himmel fanns inga stjärnor
Man reade
And some tight shorts
They're so tight
They cut off the circulation to his legs
He says
You look just like a Duane Reade
I see what you're made of
And I'll
Aye bitch that ain't my seed (nah)
Beat it man we major league since the days of Main St. uh
In the corner selling CDs in front of Duane Reade
You know
a change for verden er så fucka
Du pleide å reade meg, om dagen jeg sier uh uh
Ha ha
Men jeg har det gøy kom hit mamacita
Shawty du vet du er helt bonita
reade tu te demande c’est l’enfant de qui ça
Attends c’est l’enfant de qui ça
Djo elle est fraîche c’est abusé
(Ah) on dit elle vient d’Aboisso
(Hum)
oversees)
Rendezvous with Swiss bankers in the Maldives (Maldives)
That's four-fifty-seven like I'm Duane Reade
Chartered planes, ten whips and presidential
Attieke cent francs, poisson Gbess
Ye reade son cra, mon Guero Verse
Tua tout me dire mais rien ne me vexe
Pain condiment, fuck tes cornflakes
on the mat
Duane Reade Sudafed
Dancing in the street til' we're dead
Barnard dining halls
& Midnight distress calls
you look at me like I am a porcelain doll
the same me
Might move my business to New York like Duane Reade
Or might pop it off in Miami like Dwyane Wade
In a different world, still me like Dwayne
with Terry bitch im carolinian Charlotte my team
Oh yall got the Duane Reade? where im from its just Walgreens
I was too lil to be hooping in middle
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