Lyrics:
Benghazzie
Badman gyal mechanic
Every gyal want fi wine pan di toolbox
See dem come fi di service
Outta road gyal ah rush fi di toolbox
Gyal ah
Oh sematary (Oh)
Ah, I keep some big knives in my toolbox
Haugh oh
I keep some big knives in my toolbox
(In my toolbox)
In the forest, you will meet
Toolbox, mi amigo que es rojito
Toolbox, me aconseja con cariño
Él guarda un mundo de secretos
Que me ayudan a crecer
Toolbox, mi amigo que es rojito
I got ganja in the console
'shine in the toolbox
Rebel flag's flyin' straight pipes
Straight poppin' off
Bowtie on the billet, this honkey's hot
You still have my toolbox
You don't even use it
It won't fix your heart
You still have my toolbox
You don't even need it
It won't fix your heart
I'm
That's a pick em up truck
A fuckin' pick em up truck
Two seats in the back
Toolbox in the bed
Put the tailgate down
On my pick em up truck
That's
you
I got a 4x4 with a toolbox
Just to keep them ol' mountains blue
You got a drank you're barely sipping
I got a tank full of paycheck money
I'm
the pieces that i broke years ago
I tried to tighten the screws on my friendships
Does it work?
No one knows
But i... oh i
Me and my little toolbox (my little
to heal your pain
Make amends where I'm to blame
I just want you to smile again
Let me know your love hasn't changed
I've got the toolbox ooh
Can we fix
your dad and your mommy
That am coming with a full force and along with my toolbox
Ain't nobody show me true love but we move with no school bus
That
the field got me lurking with the toolbox
I'm a hitman killer like dead shot
Set a target Killem with the red dot
I'm a savage worst then a Sasquatch
In
opp på luna alle her e prayed up
Huset mitt va glass før
Æ Satt her med en moonrock
I lomma mi e notat
Tunge ting i toolbox
Neon lys i bila
Dama mi e
There are tools, tools you can use
Let's take a look inside our toolbox
For something as groovy as our cool socks
Something we can use when we get
of wintergreen
Little bit of menthol a little Tennessee
(Tennessee) with some Hennessy (Hennessy)
Call me Mr misunderstood
With a toolbox shotgun
(Shotgun, yeah)
you've been takin' me on
Sometimes I feel like a dog standin' on a toolbox
In the back of a pickup truck doin' 90 'round a corner
Just tryin'
little bit of menthol
A little Tennessee (Tennessee) with some Hennessy, call me (Hennessy)
Mr misunderstood (yeah)
With a toolbox shotgun (shotgun)
laugh
Oh woah
Sittin on the toolbox
Oh
And I'm so glad I'm not in school, boss
So glad I'm not in school
Oh no
And we pull over to let
dad havin a top laugh
Oh woah
Sittin on the toolbox
Oh
And I'm so glad I'm not in school, boss
So glad I'm not in school
Oh no...
a duel
Forging trials into tools
Can’t seem to edit fate
I keep pressing escape
Put them in my toolbox
Stoning me, glitches like rocks
A glitch can be
toolshed
Where all those words were left unsaid
And grandpas toolbox
Filled with nails and rusted locks
Grandma cried
Until she slept
While his ghost
Around
station roses on the toolbox
Forgive me but these speakers ain't gonna stop
Til you come down, let that I love you drop
And I'll put down this boombox
There
a Toolbox
Toolbox hacía parte del concejo de sabios
Y además, era un médico experto en familias y bebés)
(Hola familias
Yo soy Toolbox
Bienvenidos a la etapa
harness
And left no witnesses in my toolbox
I bore witness - to the carnage incarnate
Bold assassins of distorted insanity
A deadly tandem provoking
I never really fucked with people
I never liked the way they do me
Tried to treat me like a toolbox,
But I never let them screw me
So I'm back up
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