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filled with grace You don't have the guts to say it to my face You took it and fulfilled your purpose You made me so sourpuss One after the other You take
the face With a terrible blow... Ohh what a sourpuss... Mug all twisted (like a licorice chew) Make a puss like that (it's gonna stay on you) Gasoline
luck but couldn't find it In all my summers January will linger on 'Cause I'm a sourpuss and I don't bother Just feel a bit too old to say I'm sorry now
This shit don't sell, you know I'm still paid So sour-puss niggas, can drink lemonade I'm doin' it for the love You doing it because You need that
the fuck Sourpuss gonna get mad just 'cause his album sucks And now he wants to take it out on us?" (Ooouuu) But last week, an ex-fan mailed me a copy
in twenty two summers Straight independent and doin' my numbers This shit don't sell, you know I'm still paid So sour-puss nigga's can drink lemonade
funny Let me tell you all about this sourpuss honey Was she slick, and was she crummy cause I believed her when she said she loved me Oh boy, what
because They don’t understand me! I made the sourpuss track They really underestimated it! Copy-paste is what you do in office Is it actually what you’ve
You drag it out of this old sourpuss Ain’t felt this sane for a long old time I’d show my face but the fear it weighs me down I know I ain’t been
Well, look who decided to show up in no rush (Rush) That could've been a close one But who am I to judge? I'd be a sourpuss, seein' as I'm grouchy,
the acetate Monosodium glutamate And saccharine You could be the salt of the earth Bitter-sweet, or sourpuss Even the fastest self-esteem engine Won't turn
bugatti Take a shot of me now Sourpuss tsunami I got that good, good, good Smoke on that kush, kush, kush Pink tint all that I see But she don't Oh what
record deal She sold a NFT of her tits I've got more talent in my Ashy left pinky toe Than any rotten corroded Grimy stank sourpuss hoe Don't you don't
Just because you're a sourpuss, tiger Doesn't make you a cool cat A bit of bittersweet doesn't cut it, honey Necking nectar's where it's at I'm
Pissing off pretentious pensioner sourpuss', picking on him penalty Perpetually repeating the process Mobius strip wrapping around this point in
the saddest thing of all All together now, «Boo, hoo, hoo!» The candy in her carryall Could have sweetened up the sourpuss Cabbage Jean, the virtuous green
But the saddest thing of all All together now, «Boo, hoo, hoo!» The candy in her carryall Could have sweetened up the sourpuss Cabbage Jean,
outta this? Big mistake... (Now, now, sourpuss!) Stop fuckin' around! This is takin' forever! You always think you're real slick and clever. Yet I know
and night all the same Bitch please don't be a sourpuss just because I rolled up and stole your Infernus Stealing cars is just a habit that's just me Well now
my record deal She sold a NFT of her tits I've got more talent in my cshy left pinky toe Than any rotten corroded Grimy stank sourpuss hoe Don't
would just forget, and forgive it all away Like our actions assume no fault For the game that we all play I hate to be a sourpuss But just fuck everyone
a hundred thousand bucks You'll turn around and just be like, "Man, how the heck Sourpuss gonna get mad just 'cause his album sucks? cnd now he wants to take
you got a sourpuss Gloomy room, and you're giving me the cloudy look But, uh, I don't really give a fuck! Rain in my blood, Belfast Sam, c'mon! I was
Nodding off out south With the buckets of clout cnd that sourpuss look put a booger in her mouth Bitch please you ain't got it like this Reason why your
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