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wind blows the sun away Oh I lost her on St. Swithin's day Oh why? I grew up in a house of clocks And late at night I'd sometimes walk Listening
Swithin's Day
Swithin's Day
On St. Swithin's day
sank that May Singing my favorite verse from "Saint Swithin's Day: You know, "The times that we all hoped would last, like a train they have gone by so
Tell me what else can we Do die do? Death to all And death to each Our own God-bottle S'within reach Death to everyone Is gonna come And it
Socialists up actin' miss servin' sevens Have 'em in jail suspended, in the middle Started rivalries civil, homies swithin', actin' fickle But if you fuck with
you over there lurkin I might Take ya home for the hurtin Take ya home with me boo Not ridin around with the crew Swithin lanes like we switchin
swithin' sides? Did you make up your mind? Does he pull up on you late night F*** you like me now? Hope you satisfied With your rebound B****** on my line
servin' sevens Have 'em in jail suspended, in the middle Started rivalries civil, homies swithin' Actin' fickle But if you fuck with family ties We leave
now we running em over Swithin lanes in this bitch still tippin Took our style now they blemished our image Been awhile cause these niggas don't listen
I was jokin' Swithin' my lane to a whole different motion Got thoughts in my brain might pour up a potion I think death might be my only token Love
right) Snapchat notification from a blonde dyke (blonde dyke) She say my music got her thinkin' 'bout swithin' sides, yea (go 'head) She said she tryna get
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