Lyrics:
a souvenir
Knotted sheets red high heels lie on the floor
Cellphone rings
Pick up my things
Half hearted sorries as I stumble out the door
With my hand on your
Souvenirs and sheets you've left behind
Memories that melt with rain and die
Little bits of paper
Time
Ruined like the column of your spine
A peculiar dream
souvenirs; I've got love souvenirs
Come see my love souvenirs; I've got love souvenirs
In my cupboard there's flannelette sheets, which you bought for us long
receipts, the dirty sheets
The souvenirs of men who cheat
It all makes sense, with each offense
You wanted to believe him
He could get away with murder
receipts, the dirty sheets
The souvenirs of men who cheat
It all makes sense, with each offense
You wanted to believe him
He could get away with murder
I’m looking for a lover in the summertime
Not a souvenir
Where you at my shorty
I don’t see you here
A lover in the summertime
Braid you in my hair
the last of the souvenirs
I can still taste the wedding cake and it's sweet after all these years
These are the last words I have to say
That's why it
the last of the souvenirs
I can still taste the wedding cake and it's sweet after all these years
These are the last words I have to say
That's why it
real your head just a souvenir
She want to get it off her chest but her boobs too big
I'm bumping Carter V on an Ipod
My bitch mad as hell cause it ain't
another uzi clip, I shoot to kill
These pussy niggas shooting bricks
I'm too for real, your head just a souvenir
She wanna get it off her chest, but her
a souvenir
I want you close but don't come near
(Mmmmm)
(Mmmmm)
Stuck on the hospital bay
I hope you're strong enough to stay
You sweat through your sheets
I
style tryna steal my moves
After all the blood I shed they still can't find the tools
Playing hide and seek with a freak in the sheets
Breadwinner she
of sheets
A choice
Whispering hey boy
My souvenir toy
Ceiling eyes open, close
Open, close
Yes, you know
Yes, you know
Yes, you know
Omitted
So my one arm's
souvenir
Ej veux un inukshuk dans ma car
Ej vas sur la joyride
So check the bright side
The light at the end of the tunnel
Ej veux m'en sortir
Pas pire
spurting from the neck
The head separated from his body
In triumph, the souvenir is brought home
Rivulets of blood
Across the sheets
The monster struggles
tick tok queen strut down my vein
and they are hailing ,knocked down by your souvenirs ,a sculpture carved with your shame
a widow weaved a shroud
Know you finna save it, hope you always got a spot for me
You be on my mind when I’m dead sleep
Hate it cause your smell on my bed sheets
Thinking bout
December's come and gone so fast this year
And this apartment is my souvenir I guess
The sun don't wake me anymore
I got a dark sheet on the window
washed your sheets
And now I know where you got the bruises on your knees
Don't bullshit me, I know where you sleep
Your word is poison from a tongue
I'm sincere
Manage that, I'm the cashier
Verse is my souvenir
Dae La Soul I'm revered and I never fear
Got the soul on my own, never losing it!
Mental
heart collides
Perhaps you should have made it right
Hedonistic souvenir
The smell of beer and dirty sheets
Long lost thoughts of cheer and joy
Did you
Curated acres of landfills
Disregarded souvenirs of fears and moments and loves and laughs and hates
Create
Destroy
Create
Wait
I hesitate
I don't feel
Your lies all serve to remind me
That what we had before is nothing but a souvenir so
What we had in store it don't apply to you and me no
Oh how
they be flowin' like I speak
Feelin that Nirvana when I'm on a, don't compete
All that work we puttin' in is always on the sheets
Think my piece
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