Lyrics:
a pocket-knife
Then he'll run it through the tape
Then he'll give it back and say to take it back
From where it came
So put a tent up!
By the cemetery
It's cold
Force" come to a firefight with a pocketknife
Getting schooled until they shot Achilles' heel
And brought down the beast!!!
This was an accident waiting
on her mind
But she could have been mine
Yeah she could have been mine
Wildlife fly high, get into the afterlife
With this fucking pocketknife
Trying
eyes crossed and lips sealed
so this is living this is life
it's a battle tank world against my pocketknife
been twenty years and i just can't get
Show me the truth and the meaning of life
Show me what gun can stop my fucking heart
Buddy i carry with me pocketknife
I have a homie n he is so
life
Got my pretty girl she a good wife
Hardest in the game till my afterlife
Got so much money that's my pocketknife
Living my life man I'm living my
Heard you ditched your muffled life
For a muzzle of another kind
Traded the darkness for the grey
Tongues wag, & our wishes delayed
c pocketknife
Heard you ditched your muffled life
For a muzzle of another kind
Traded the darkness for the grey
Tongues wag, & our wishes delayed
c pocketknife
that way my whole life
Sweet as honeysuckle
When you want a pocketknife
And if you keep calm in my hurricane
I might keep it at bay
I know you'll
on the sand
Tee or tank top, pocket fan
No pocketknife, no handgun in sight
Just that rat-tat-tat-tat-tat-ta-tat-tat, boom
Haha, tonight, I might just boost
on the sand
Tee or tank top, pocket fan
No pocketknife, no handgun in sight
Just that rat-tat-tat-tat-tat-ta-tat-tat, boom
Haha, tonight, I might just boost
pocketknife and spill your antacid (ugh)
Sprayed your motherfuckin' crib up when I ran past it
Fucking felon, headed to hell in a handbasket
Talkin' shit'll
pack
My sunglasses, my hairspray
My headphones (Them Beats by Dre)
My notebook, my GoPro
My vape pen, my crossbow
My toothpick, my pocketknife
Oh
Just a lil' old chainsaw
I remember what you said that night
That you would love me for the rest of your life
We wrote forever with a pocketknife
Hey Valerie, baby, what's the matter with you?
I did all of the things that you wanted me to
I went downtown with my pocketknife
Cut your other man
On a hill far away stands a tall, mighty tree
Where a boy and girl used to take turns pushing the tire swing
I remember the pocketknife in hand
a home for mayonnaise alone
Watch a pocket-knife surgeon cut a cyst out in the kitchen
It's the cousin to acutely removing his own stitches in a pinch
kick her down
I bought this pocketknife for you,
Don't you use it?
I bought this ball and chain for you,
Don't you wear it?
when you're buying ever
Wonder where the money goes
You buy your photocopy clothes
Feel it like a body blow
Pocketknife, jack-knife
Peeping Tom, lady?
Scuff mark scars on the kitchen floor
A decade of dancing dug into the boards
Every scratch, part of the story it tells
A pocketknife blade in my
took a pocket-knife
And carved out our names
In the morning I am gonna
Cut that tree down
Gonna build a fire and
Watch us go up in flames, ‘cause
That’s
back to the grave
Very late that night
Digs up the dog and skins it with
His rusty pocketknife
Stab into the rotting beast and strip it of its pelt
schreibst nein
Always fly I mean to get pushed so nice
My brother he the guy
I am versatile like a pocketknife
I go do rhymes that seem a little odd
disturbed
Like a small pocketknife
Are you only perturbed
I sleep in today
My loved ones are away
My pockets no pay
My pockets are very shallow and have no
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