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the word
And my eulogy is read
Let my final prayer be answered
When they lay me to rest
Bury me in Texas
When the Good Lord calls me home
In Texas when my

and battery
Right outside the Matterhorn Street martial arts academy
Fella said you know judo why don't you take a stab at me
I hopped in there like, no place

to dance together in the sonic dance floor and the instrumentation can create the most pleasant and addictive melodies or act as the musical equivalent

KNOW NOTHING!

Guy yells something weird
With his pain eased, by the sweet
Kiss of cheap alcohol, DrSkinny
Dances With Chickens and squid Viscious
Head

And wittily I replied "Uhhh"

She showed me a picture of her kid
Said during the day she's an art student
She dances six nights a week for
Slobs and idiots like

I been watchin' you from a far
You dont know who i am
I dont know who you are
Look like a piece of art
(Oh no)
(Don't go)
(Oh no)
(Don't go)

I been

them badge niggas got you on tape, yeah
Art imitatin' life, now y'all just sayin' lies
Got these suburbanites, thinkin' y'all ain't afraid to fight

now just like my adlib?
Yall filing up yall verses up with small talk, the goats dont even care about their art form
So now I gotta there do that shit

stupid, but I still think it's art.
She lost her lover to an accident at sea.
She pushed him overboard and ended up with me.

Victoria, you dance so fast

still think it's art
She lost her lover to an accident at sea
She pushed him overboard and ended up with me

Victoria, you dance so fast that no one else

on Andromeda
Pull up in chariots
I make him dance he go lala
He went goodbye he went Tata
And the money for the art fuck prada
Bought a new life lil start up

I don't really dance like I used to
Stanky Leg and Dougie, Dallas Boogie back in high school
Prom night, hit the Ricky Bobby and the Jerk
Now I'm

when you make me out of control.

You’re like a car crash through my heart
Keep me up all night.
Don’t understand you’re super art
Framed up in my mind.

Seattle Art Institute
She's got Bettie Page bangs and a new tattoo
She loves to paint and plays the flute
She wants to have rendezvous
Why can't they all be

in sandra Bland
My heart hurt to see how it all would end
I am Sandra Bland i am George Floyd
DJ Screw in Texas, I love you
Shout out Trae the Truth

Sometimes I wish I had more time to listen to the music
Appreciate the art, hop in the car and push start
Cruising through the mountains while

feeling free every day
The art of country music's everything I obey
I'm on my way to Tenessee

Got my cowboy hat, my boots and my gurdle with me
Driving

flexing
Catch a flight I might go out to Texas
Brand new coupe had to put up the Lexus
Need no opinion fly like a pigeon
Hundreds Imma get it run it I done

upside down (how it’s upside down)
How you on the right side now(oh uh)
Out in Texas how I’m slowing up tension
Where the roses never red and all