Lyrics:
Grace and style the two requirements, dirty ironed fit
Add decorum to environment, that's my
Grace and style the two requirements, dirty ironed fit
Intro:
She could of waited till i got home
Now shes on the train while im on my own
Chorus:
First thing this morning you ironed my shirt for me
foot leaning on a lizard chest
Two red dragons ironed on his vest
All that money you deserve the best
I'm impressed
but this ain't made ya look
Keep my eyes fixed on Him now I stay in perfect peace
He ironed all my transgressions and didn't leave a crease
Keep it
A life as ours blind to the day
The village by the river side has been blighted by an ancient dragon
Afob of the Iron Rule
Ironed shirts!
Keep your hands
everything futile
This is a refuge
Refuge
Where we will last standing
Nothing we will understand
Except the concrete surface
Of an ironed shield
Protecting
keep on doing what I'm doing 'til my money straight like I ironed it
Imma keep on doing what i'm doing 'til the whole gang owning a islands
Shrimp
Two cups, I'm tired
It's you I desire
So wrong, I'm biased
Can't luck up
Two drugs, I'm wired
Balenciaga ironed
Kick that cup like Bayern
Yeah I'm
Two cups, I'm tired
It's you, I desire
So wrong, I'm biased can't luck up
Two drugs, I'm wired
Balenciaga ironed
Kick that cup like Bayern, yeah I'm
Strangled
It's a beautiful thing when we can come together
Rain sleet snow pull up on you any weather
Ironed out the differences and now we doing better
Two
alone with them again.
I questioned my heart and soul that turned you cold.
But its all turned around...Ironed out five years in five hours after
on inside)
The time blends together
Sun is setting, sun is dawning
(Everyday we’re standing side by side)
Seams ironed flat where toils of fabric bunch
think I'm fire now
Got off my ass brodie I cannot lie around
Might take a trip cause I'm feelin inspired now
Think I'm straight got the creases all ironed
I'm rocking that ironed polo tee, looking clean
Ain't got no time, for teeter to waste no time, any more, yeah
I fortify the fucking team
Anything I
charming man
Wearing a black suit and a red well ironed shirt
Offering his malboros out of a golden plate
Asking you to join him
For a breakfast at his place
You're all the same
Hired thugs in ironed suits
You're all the same
Kiddie fiddlin' meth dealin' little willied fucks
You're all the same
Failed cop
downfall
They ain't see me Two A.M.
Typin' raps in my phone
They saw ironed shirt and pants
He must have a maid
No
I used to be told I'm gay
Cause I
ironed out the creases in my bed sheets
And I picked up all the clothes off the floor of my room
When I feel like I'm a cheap knock-off of a human
I'll let
should buy you bedding
I left my weapon on the bed and ironed the linen Sheesh
Left my weapon on the bed and ironed the linen
Sour haze is how flying fuck
know you wanna be friends
But I don't wanna see our friendship come down to an end
And I see our future is tense
But ironed out there's still forever
If you really want me you can find me hiding out
Peace be to echo lake where my mind in route
I'll take myself if ever I feel my flaws needing ironed
you want it?
You need it
I see your fingers bleedin'
You hang around
Face all pale
Sinking your teeth in
Why always alone?
Uniform ironed with white
fail to remember or choose to forget
Seen what I achieved
Now they're asking what's next
Ironed my shirt
and you know my trousers pressed
Gucci links
What's inside
Those well ironed clothes
I just want to know
What's inside
The fellow
Talking to himself
I thought I didn't know
In till he said
Why
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