Lyrics:
Get
Your
Cactus
Tumblers
Free
When
You
Buy
Gasoline
At
Blakely's
Take a look at these hands
Take a look at these hands
The hand speaks
The hand of a government man
Well, I'm a tumbler
Born under punches
I'm
Take a look at these hands
Take a look at these hands
The hand speaks
The hand of a government man
Well, I'm a tumbler
Born under punches
I'm
Take a look at these hands
Take a look at these hands
The hand speaks
The hand of a government man
Well I'm a tumbler
Born under punches
gown
She is real she is strong
My queen sitting on the throne
Wonder of eyes
Bones in the sky
Follow my dreams
Follow your tongue
The tumblers of waste
Timidity!
Mistakes!
Fakes!
Rhymes!
Crimes!
Tumblers!
Grumblers!
Bumblers!
Fumblers!
Gun-the-Gun
Comes from vomit coke, drunk number runs
Club tumblers who thug wit' us - double up
Mother-luggers shots blast, Ice what the fuck?!!
Etherealized
Like a tumbler on the edge
You’re glowing in this spell
Humanize
Humanize
cactus tumblers absolutely free
tumblers free
So I'm telling you guys buy your gas at Blakely
Get those free cactus tumblers
her name, what's her number. )
My mind it spins like a tumbler (spins like a tumbler
Her eyes are pulling me under (Pulling me under)
cnd my head's
so so much
Hated with all his strength
The tumbler stayed standing up
All of his life he flinched not
Surpassing of the art
Surpassing cinema
Accrobatically juggling
Bids his tamers go quiet the tumblers
Lest the mirror stop turning
Elephants forgot, force-fed on stale chalk
Ate the floors
Accrobatically juggling
Bids his tamers go quiet the tumblers
Lest the mirror stop turning
Elephants forgot, force-fed on stale chalk
Ate the floors
tumblers absolutely free with gasoline purchases
That was at Blakely's
plate-spinning statesman
Acrobatically juggling
Bids his tamers go quiet the tumblers
Lest the mirror stop turning...
Elephants forgot, force-fed on stale
shoppers, you bloggers, if money talks
You mumblers you try it on then take it off
Then post a pic on yo Tumblrs
We tumblers, we acrobats, we jugglers
We flip
This place is a prison and these people aren't your friends
Inhaling thrills through twenty dollar bills and the
Tumblers are drained and then
The cowboys, the wrestlers, the tumblers
The clowns
The roustabouts that move the show at dawn
The music, the spotlights, the people
The towns
Your
here are the humblest
We drink out of plastic tumblers
While you see us on Tumblr's
We wanna get a job as a baroness
But they don't want no goddamn
long since I've been held tight
'Cause you're a nightmare dressed in white
A spoonful of honey on a dry-cough night
And then my tumbler
Runs dry
Forevers
we street tumblers
Ivory white, yeah that's the same color
Of the Azure nigga, best believe it's the Mulliner
Take no prisoners, rap niggas are
There's a ghost in my broken engine
Haunting me through the controls
I hesitate with keyed ignition
Worry how the tumblers will fall
Still I wait
still frowns at all who pass her by
And the Mrs. Tumbler with her nose in every pie
And the old pavilion where the men in white still play
At Dingley's
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