Lyrics:
a girl, without a boy
It's All part of the conscience convoy
It's conscience
The laws say
Every action...
Equal and opposite reaction...
Therefore
this journey, where I fight anxiety like Zoocci
Trying to survive depression like Ricky
Thoughts collide, bad ones combine
Depending on the rates of my
We hyperactive (we hyperactive)
No one slackin' (no one slackin')
Causin' reactions (causin' reactions)
We hyperactive (we hyperactive)
We
action, our women wanna look like Hollywood silicon dolls.
Globalization is an irriversible reaction - I know it, so explain to me why the dollar falls!
did you choose
On your last breath to use
Her bed was warm
And the sheets stank of rotted flesh
And it's your reaction
Don't panic now
And it's
the deed
Guaran-fucking-teed
Someone will bleed
Someone has got to die
Ours is not to reason why
Ours is but to do if the pay rate's right
Black
through the parlor doors, what was your first reaction?
Screaming, drunk, disorderly, I'll tell you mine.
You were the one, but I can't spit it out when
to inflate my pay-rate
Shawty got that wet like hurricane rain
I say aye bae bae bae ba bae ba bae bae aye
Can't wait I got bills to pay pay
Still don't give
Feels like we're stuck in a time warp to me
As I kick these facts and get these mixed reactions
As this beat backspins, it's like we're drifting back in
rates to make my flowers come to me, it's so weird
Now I'm taking Boeings to the latest showings and my thoughts are making art with levels, I could count
And a reversible reaction is where
The reaction decomposed the product
So this is the end of this (AWE-SOME-SONG)
And at this rate, I can't get a
(question wrong)
They gon hate me for they reason I can't never give reactions
It's still love up on side, but don't take me for no dummy
I get shaky l get frantic so you
the dirty remains away
Comforted by the lies of law
Chemicals start reactions now
There is a pack I mailed to her
Contain the tube with Rupert's tear
I
but to do if the pay rate's right
Black liquid assets fuck the mujaheddin
Paint their picket fences red with the American dream
Lay the hammer hammer
match the rate
Pull up to my house i tell the shorty I flew outta state
She be trynna find me everywhere but is not the place
Bitch this is not the place
pricing for groceries and petroleum and the Federal Reserve had to raise interest rates to help address inflationary pressures which is a common occurrence
É do dèmin gba wè Bo mi kpin dô
Houè man do za bo nou gué gorhò
Viô blo djika é raté programme oor Yanvitché ka ko nou très bon,
Bo ko
Give 'em the old razzle dazzle
Razzle dazzle 'em
Give 'em an act with lots of flash in it
And the reaction will be passionate
Give 'em the old
to you
But you don't ever hear my words
You don't wanna know my hurt, yet
Let me guess you want an apology, probably
How can we keep going at a rate
to you
But you don't ever hear my words
You don't wanna know my hurt, yet
Let me guess you want an apology, probably
How can we keep going at a rate
on the plastic
Fucking your bitch left her brain on my mattress
Send him a picture wanna see his reaction
Singing and hitting a note, Toni Braxton
AP
Chief got
anger
Just the thought of reaction will guarantee levels of trouble
I'd rather admit to the killings, melodical villain
The damage ain't nearly as subtle
Mask on my face
And strap on my waist
Prayin that I make it back Home to Bae
Pray that God Order my steps through the day
Pray that reaction is
Mask on my face
And strap on my waist
Prayin that I make it back Home to Bae
Pray that God Order my steps through the day
Pray that reaction is
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