Lyrics:
peeled on my block, got cushion, his Bottega boots ain't got no puss in, Pitbull
Let me out the cage, let me off the leash, I'ma bop without hearin'
there's colors I'm told
Cushions for breath when you're old
If silence still speaks when we're forests and creeks
There's hope for us yet, that is so
the fence and use the bushes as a cushion
It gets filthy when you getting dirty money fuckin' with these hood rats
When you're serving scumbags, you better
window.
I picked up the tinsel
on the floor, scattered leaves,
Candy wrappers in the cushions,
All the silver debris.
Could've waited till the morning
Tapping this ass like a picture when tagging
Swaggin' not to be braggin'
But the pussy feel like cushion if your name Ashton
It's the best feeling like
leave the house
Got an empty cushion on that sofa now
Told him, "good luck with the next one"
Maybe she'll be just as immature
Gotta thank him, he's
night, hey (hey)
ちょっと酔ったなら hey
Ladies, body my cushion
取り囲む red ocean
最高の time, hey
この心ごと
そっと奪われて目が覚めそう
Okay, 道開けな I'm a bad boy
そう 教えてよ yes
intentions
But we know how this ends
We lost our phones in the cushions somewhere
But we just let 'em ring
Dark spark with pieces burning worlds turning
that I wake up, I'm feeling less cushion
The logo's a button, I been wanting you to push it
Standing at the edge, staring at the ground
Tryna keep my
the beep blop, you make the beat flop
Breathing more cushion than the seat got, so we got
The beat dropping harder than your son's balls at twelve, not
the crime/
Accursed aside knives I'll insert in your sides/
They like pin cushions been pushing shit in they minds/
X2
Violence bloodshed
Torture straight
air
For 10 square miles, so when pushing the pen
This felt like, a pierced cushion within rare dowls
Resembling peers, indeed, the flow sounds sicker
lovely it was.
Thanks for the memory
Of cushions on the floor,
Hash with Dinty Moore,
That pair of gay pajamas
That you bought
And never wore.
lovely it was.
Thanks for the memory
Of cushions on the floor,
Hash with Dinty Moore,
That pair of gay pajamas
That you bought
And never wore.
Looking in your open window
Your pillows piled to cushion your fall
I shudder to think these curtains of ink
Could ever stain these halls
With
lovely it was.
Thanks for the memory
Of cushions on the floor,
Hash with Dinty Moore,
That pair of gay pajamas
That you bought
And never wore.
the moonlight
Cushion on a five gallon pail riding shotgun
Time goes by like those waves of grain
But I remember it like yesterday
Where I fell in love for
lovely it was.
Thanks for the memory
Of cushions on the floor,
Hash with Dinty Moore,
That pair of gay pajamas
That you bought
And never wore.
lovely it was.
Thanks for the memory
Of cushions on the floor,
Hash with Dinty Moore,
That pair of gay pajamas
That you bought
And never wore.
lovely it was.
Thanks for the memory
Of cushions on the floor,
Hash with Dinty Moore,
That pair of gay pajamas
That you bought
And never wore.
lovely it was.
Thanks for the memory
Of cushions on the floor,
Hash with Dinty Moore,
That pair of gay pajamas
That you bought
And never wore.
lovely it was.
Thanks for the memory
Of cushions on the floor,
Hash with Dinty Moore,
That pair of gay pajamas
That you bought
And never wore.
lovely it was.
Thanks for the memory
Of cushions on the floor,
Hash with Dinty Moore,
That pair of gay pajamas
That you bought
And never wore.
lovely it was.
Thanks for the memory
Of cushions on the floor,
Hash with Dinty Moore,
That pair of gay pajamas
That you bought
And never wore.
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