Lyrics:
Running out of luck get my mind up out the gutter Imma flutter like a butterfly I got me a lil trouble Growing up a little stubble Losing my mind
stubble, life to rubble Consumption struggle we're in trouble Scratch the surface stubble life to rubble Consumption struggle we're in trouble Scratch
Can you see I ain't holding on to nothing Flammable Ain't rolling my life Into something smokable Investing my future in No wood hay or stubble Oh no
five days' stubble To the homeless girl Whose heart's in trouble To the war-torn children Searching through the rubble Know you set us free From
Stubble every step tryna do my best Lawd Lawd Lawd Lawd Let me go again (What) Don't hesitate (What) Stubble every step tryna do my best Lawd
Show me heart Graze his cheek, peach stubble field Sweet over bones It was beautiful and I was so alone Graze his cheek, peach stubble field Sweet over
stubble I'm in the struggle gotta get paid everyday is the hustle Life is like cards this shit got shuffled I feel like Gohan I'm crying these puddles Dad
And stubble upon your cheek And ladies, my lord, are weak Ladies in their sensitivities, my lord Have a fragile sensibility When a girl's emergent Probably
And stubble upon your cheek And ladies, my lord, are weak Ladies in their sensitivities, my lord Have a fragile sensibility When a girl's emergent Probably
Peach Fuzz Kurt Russell Baby face with lots of stubble Homie it’s Peach Fuzz Kurt Russell It's Peach Fuzz Kurt Russell It’s the white boy It’s
I want both, I want double I'm so indecisive, want the bush and want the stubble If I pass the ball, it's up to you, so bet' not fumble (Not, 'bet
it kill you to just be a little humble? See the world as is, is prickly like some stubble It's tricky, its in trouble, instead of fix we watch it
I can't have no single bitch, oh yea, I want a double (Double) Why you 'actin like that, baby girl, you acting stubble I'm tryna bury your heart but
I fall Ya I won't stubble, until I fall Your words, they tripped themself And my eyes caught on quick Your god is nasty in the world And my sin, is
has changed into what I was Refreng The truth is too great to handle The truth is changing Like the stubble in the sink When you wash the foam off
nowhere. Road tripping nowhere Leaving rubble, hauling trouble Working shifts that seem to double Getting tired, growing stubble And nowhere's far away. So
Stubble through the rain With my whole life left to gain With the wane the mother moon cnd father crescent I count you as a blessing Count ur days until
if we keep the poles, and dodge where all the trouble at Just in case we got to hit a nigga right up where his stubble at I hit the road, for some
With four days of stubble, we are Never loosen the grip on our hand Call us home Kiss our cheeks Nobody loves us So we...oh...we tend to please
and dance with me Michael you're the boy with all the leather hips Sticky hair, sticky hips, stubble on my sticky lips Michael you're the only one I'd
and dance with me Michael you're the boy with all the leather hips Sticky hair, sticky hips, stubble on my sticky lips Michael you're the only one I'd
the jungle, Watch your feet or you might stubble, (Sound) Take the treasure on my mind, It's getting hard to find around here, here. I'm just trying to find
the boy with all the leather hips Sticky hair, sticky hips, stubble on my sticky lips Michael you're the only one I'd ever want Beautiful boys
And if I make it through today will tomorrow be the same Am I just running in place? If I stubble and I fall Should I get up and carry on or will it all
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