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by at twelve
But I don't fuck with polices
You know that pussy got power just
Like the Pledge of Allegiance
You told me play with your flowers
I told

trash!)
College will be paradise, if I'm not dead by June!

But I know, I know, life can be beautiful
I pray, I pray for a better way
If we changed

with all of my bros
You stuck in the middle 'cause nobody chose you
More like some ceilings rephela ka Coke
Can't go to war with me playin' with your

I wanted to get the hell out of Portland
You wanted to say it was more important
To be where you were raised, understand, my love
I wanted

the bass down low, yeah
Light as a feather couple drinks need more, so
Pour another 'til it's full
I'm better-better than your basic ho, yeah
Way

mě, chtěla by ha, ha
Kouká na mě, chtěla by zlobit
Normálně prej neni zlobivá tolik
Normálně prеj nedělá tyhle věci
Jenže Smacku, ty jsi tak sexy
Život

thing 'bout my hood
You can put in work today, but by tomorrow, nobody don't care 'cause that was yesterday
Feds on my B-A-C-K, don't wanna see me

of us
Fell off the wall when you bashed the door
I changed the glass hung it up once more
I remember a time
When a kiss could heal the world's disdain

limps off and slap you with 'em
When I'm pissed off I hear voices saying
(Kill) me and Madrox create flocks
By giving out free crack rock
Down

I just took- I just took a fourth of a tab
Of acid i'm microdosing right
Now and I'm by
Myself in this house and I'm
Whispering actually because

s hrubkama, co by komentář
Na Youtube, kterej mě nezajímá
Že o mě ví daleko víc než vim sám
Že bych přestal to ať nechá si zdát
Krtkům co se vysmívám
Dej si

I never believed in love
I was decieved by love
I never had much luck with lovers before
And I couldn't compete
I seemed just part of the street

of rosemary

If in the obituary column, sniff it
It was written by the forks
And knives of Mary Mallon fever in the stew
Sorta buried in rabbit's and boiled

Wanna get rich like me, talk shit like me
You ain't got a dollar in yo
Pocket but yo wrist icy
Rock who? Niggas know I got the stick by me
Clutching

them and you on trouble
Well protected by troops, if you get closed
You the reason that they shoot
My homies they used to hoop, got perfect aim
Cock it

niggas who spin skrill on
Cheap thrills plus pay bills
I replenish, I do more than start I finish
I come to cure the world of the sickness
Word

It's

girl's gold dust in my eyes
And I know that I love her dearly
I love her more as each day goes by
And I love my baby mother sincerely
That's why I ain't

Used to ride for them hundreds
Now we count by the thousand

Ooh, look at it, this money piling
I'm piling money, now I gotta wear it
Ain't no more

dumb, I was wrong, I let you down
But I know how I feel about you now

All that it takes one more chance
Don't let our last kiss be our last
Give me

Something to cover
Ain't a more significant others
With which I'd rather fail a mother
As each our own proverbial suns
Our good tongues
Replaced by hood ones,

What is it, that you fear in your passing?
Maybe death
But it's more so in the crashing
Do I feel everything as it's flashing?
Do I care? Does it hurt?

see you walk-
When I see you walking by i feel so lost
And I miss you by my side the moment stops
The second we meet eyes my heart drops
I'm terrified

of the segment
But we should probably squash that
And focus on the present
'Cause we don't want the
Minds to get infected
By another misconception
Then you respect

I bring to it
(What you bring to it?)
Wet pussy by the light behind the curtain
Paper towel wrapped around her
Thigh absorbing it (Ah)
I'm the type