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I'm two minutes away from taking too much
There's nothing left that I can really say
I'm too gone I'm faded from the world I hate
Too lost, off my

visa valid still I'm trapped in Hotel California 
Steady maxing on the mattress and the ass it offers this feelings awesome 
Roll up the smoke 
I hate my

Meet me by the bar
Don't say this enough
But I need you
Might take a couple more drinks to say what I want
But I need to
Know it's been a minute
But

Lyrics - Sweater Weather

All I am is a man
I want the world in my hands
I hate the beach
But I stand in California with my toes in the sand
Use

Lyrics - Sweater Weather

All I am is a man
I want the world in my hands
I hate the beach
But I stand in California with my toes in the sand
Use

Lyrics - Sweater Weather

All I am is a man
I want the world in my hands
I hate the beach
But I stand in California with my toes in the sand
Use

Lyrics - Sweater Weather

All I am is a man
I want the world in my hands
I hate the beach
But I stand in California with my toes in the sand
Use

One, two

Go ahead, throw a chain on, nigga
Tell them boys where you came from, nigga
Tell 'em boys why I stay up late
Tryna say, tryna say,

All I am is a man
I want the world in my hands
I hate the beach, but I stand
In California with my toes in the sand
Use the sleeves of my sweater,

hey)

(Hey, hey, hey)

(Hey, hey, hey)

Two-face
I'm so fucking two-faced
Tell me that I'm too fake
You love me on a Monday and you hate me by

Albuquerque

Weird Al Yankovic

Essential "Weird Al" Yankovic: Limited Edition 3.0

2010

hate sauerkraut

That's all I'm really tryin' to say
And, by the way, if one day you happen to wake up
And find yourself in an existential quandary

slowly
And the path that you're on is ghostly
So you stumble in the dark
And never know where you are
Then hands are grabbing you by your clothing
While

And all I am is a man
I want the world in my hands
I hate the beach but I stand
In California with my toes in the sand
Use the sleeves of my sweater

And all I am is a man I want the world in my hands I hate the beach But I stand in California with my toes in the sand Use the sleeves of my sweater

to eat here (hard)
For three years, dealt with the hate from niggas that I love
Two options when in the trenches sell or you buy drugs
Convinced me you

life and times, deadly like the virus design 
But too, minute to dilute, the science is mine 

You can't party your life away 
Drink your life away

And all I am is a man
I want the world in my hands
I hate the beach
But I stand in California with my toes in the sand
Use the sleeves of my sweater

from the greys
Lips is kissing a joint
Need a minute, I can't get the time right
(The time right!)
Blinded by the darkness, 2020 when it's hindsight
I

Hard look now in the mirror what have I become 
Caught out by expectation that's the real villain 
Holding on but what to? This cocktail of anger

We giving you fuck boys
Five minutes to get the hell up out the club
(Five minutes, bitch) david Banner
BME Click big Face (Big Face)
Big Face,

I won't run into you in California
So I came out digging for a little hope
I hate it here but I would stay forever
If it meant I didn't have to go

Two hundred dollar jeans with
My favorite patch
Pullin' up my ride, hell yeah, my rims match
What they tell you? I'm good
(what they tell you?) I'm good

out
I'd rather chalk em out
And they gonna hate me now
My bills like california barely coming out a drought ugh
I had to make it rain
You know i haven't

One, one two
Check me out right here, yo

Yo, the sun don't shine forever (you can turn the track up a little bit for me)
But as long as it's