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slouches my mind Yeah she slouches my mind I'm going warm, warm Suzie don't you wanna see my … ? (Warm warm) Baby Suzie don't you wanna touch my … ? (Warm
What rough, orange beast Slouches towards DC What rough, orange beast Slouches towards DC The center will not hold When the centrists fucking fold
couches By then they ain't need no vouching But we ain't never been no slouches I had been plotting in the back of the bus when Nyne heard me do my thing
dungeon Winter thickens No light sinks in Tattooed couches Hipster vouchers Heaven slouches Cleansed and doused in Gripes and grouches Thieves and mouse
and put my lyrics where my mouth is Hit your spirit, make you jump out them couches Quick agility to slow-like slouches With more bounce to the freak
agility to slow-like slouches With more bounce to the freak of def ounces And we announce this, follow us to show you what the sound is Primo
Jubilee slouches in the settee He's losing all will to move He gone divy too much telly He watching twenty-four hours of rubbish He got butane,
Jubilee slouches in the settee He's losing all will to move He gone divy too much telly He watching twenty-four hours of rubbish He got butane,
of my niggas, y'all just follow the plan Just get money and capitalize and hold on your stash Fuck the slouches, we keep it moving and no looking back
see me; avoid because you want to be me why'all niggaz write like slouches puffin blunts on studio couches What's up you fuckin amateur? Your
the dollars, euros, yen and pounds We stand on top of the Couches we like those girls Without pouches and those braces And the slouches so now (now) we'd like
see me; avoid because you want to be me why'all niggaz write like slouches puffin blunts on studio couches What's up you fuckin amateur? Your
And the squatters rights Don't your cheek get sore And you mouth get dry Sevens on your sleeve Haven't counted days Then he slouches home To you loved
get sore And your mouth get dry Sevens on your sleeve Haven't counted days Then he slouches home To your loved one's gate La la la In one morning
eyes pitiless as the past Reborn from its fitful sleep, its hour come again at last Slouches towards its own Jerusalem to be re-cast And in my horror I
beast, its hour come round at last Slouches toward Bethlehem to be born? The best lack all conviction The worst are full of passionate intensity
beast, its hour come round at last Slouches toward Bethlehem to be born? The best lack all conviction The worst are full of passionate intensity
Its enduring, soaring over slouches Rolling the boom in back rooms on couches In houses, lounging under ACs with ladies Laying down a lyrical foreplay
She sits back in the drawing room watching a video of Michael Landen in the gym He slouches there observing a young girl whose body's sweet and slim
The day evades our inspection and slouches along Unstirred by plans and ambitions of ours We take up space in its supply of hours The day's not troubled by
about time we rise from our couches While the nation slouches We take a back seat in an outrage The stage is set, let's not forget All the fake promises
Gasping for air while I wade in the shallow Forgets how to smile, he trashes that file Broken and pale, he slouches at the trial Satan's the judge, now his
My soul slouches in a chair and loosens tie The ties that bind The ties that bind Search for love in humankind The ties that bind The ties that bind
stepping We ain't clicking up for shit I can't Vouch for no other sections Where slouches can't get respected Heads getting knocked off the Checklist They
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