Lyrics:
Don't test me
Don't test me
Don't test me
Mr patch mr patch
With the mac the gat
Nah shoot none a dem
Even though them a enemy
Could never be my
Yesterday she showed me her
Bruises pulled her sweater
Up underneath her breasts
They were scattered
'Cross her rib cage
Like a little patch
a bad one
The good caretaker springs to action
Salts the stoop and scoops the cat in
Tests an icy patch for traction
And snow
Snow, oh, whoa, oh,
a bad one
The good caretaker springs to action
Salts the stoop and scoops the cat in
Tests an icy patch for traction
Snow
Snow, oh, whoa, oh, whoa,
and test it again
One more ride is all I ask
Get that feelin', that old feelin', it is here
We can patch it up baby,
We can patch it up baby,
We can
the pressure of the
Earth sittin' amongst the dead
Away from life and far behind death
This is a test this is a test of the
National Broadcasting Association
with my favorite patch
Pulling up my ride, hell yeah the rims match
What that tell ya? I'm good, what that tell ya? I'm good
What they tell ya? I'm
Two hundred dollar jeans with
My favorite patch
Pullin' up my ride, hell yeah, my rims match
What they tell you? I'm good
(what they tell you?) I'm good
with my favorite patch
Pulling up my ride, hell yeah the rims match
What that tell ya? I'm good, what that tell ya? I'm good
What they tell ya? I'm
with my favorite patch
Pulling up my ride, hell yeah the rims match
What that tell ya? I'm good, what that tell ya? I'm good
What they tell ya? I'm
the love and you are the heat
You keep us warm, and make us kind, test what we call a rhyme
Oh my, my darling
Full of heart and hawthorns
Patch with band
I'm sweet so he sour he the patch kids I devour
Look I stay solid like a statue and you fold quick you coward
Yea I'm too clean with these records
Yeah
I saw betrayal in a dream
Woke up and I shook it off
Decide to let it be
I’m the handyman
I patch it up
I cannot let it leak into real life
I
patch of ground
Is it waltzing Matilda?
Or a hand upon your shoulder
Is this, the spirit of the bush?
She stares at empty cupboards
Just like
patch of ground
Is it waltzing Matilda?
Or a hand upon your shoulder
Is this, the spirit of the bush?
She stares at empty cupboards
Just like
Foreign Gs, come out when you threaten me
Imported blades they're holding, they're unfolding
Better not test the sea
Important tip, rainy days got
But I want that ghost with me
She do the most Whitney
I want my whole city
Hold me down
Catch up, get close to me
Matchbox, come stroke with me
Patch up
And it's just that
Nothing but the best
My life is like a movie out the Wild West
John Wayne on my patch
Fronto scratch in my chest
This is not a test
Take
and bought an eye patch that soon covered the reluctant eye
Climbing the stairs he pondered what to do next, he would call a doctor and have tests made, eat
Gas u up when u feel like shit
Well run dry and you need that drip
Gas you up if you need that fix
Need that high, ima light that hit
Patch you up
off the marshmallows
Jump into a briar patch and kiss me by that escalator
Harder than a rock passed through a cheese grater
If I am the moon then you
the jack, no cactus
Astroworld, we galactic
Outer space, different planet
In the patch, off the cabbage
A mile high, no baggage
21, no savage
High friends,
on both knees
Tryna patch it up, but it's no need
Told them pussy niggas don't approach me
Hoe please don't act like you know it's me
All them niggas
could patch this
Oh, you're just a test subject
Leave me behind or just leave me to die
I've been trying to tell you something
Words may bleed
Cause
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