Lyrics:
In a split-second tragic blunder
"It makes you think about living
What life has to tell,"
Said Jed to Grandpa
From inside his cell
Camouflage
People tell me you've been talking
I hear you've got a big mouth
Saying things you know aren't true
What the hell are you talking about?
So, now we
up
Illusions are broken, so live it up, you corny fucks
If you take a fuckin' minute to think about what you've done
When you stood against
nearer to nothing
On top of the world, think about it
There's nothing
An unseasoned meal, monotone spirits
Routine homily, nothing has never been
about love
Everybody tells us that we are too young for love
But they don't know what it is like to be young and us
Age isn't nothing but a number
And my
Take another drink to hide the sorrow
But come the morning, nothing's changed
The concrete skies are rushing by me
And this road is getting old
I
the less
I cannot live without you
[Chorus]
I'm so glad about it and I know it shows
Positive about it, that I'm so in love
Nothing's wrong about
get thirsty, there's nothing to do but drink)
(Life is no peculiar that it makes you stop and think)
Yes, life
(Boop-a-doo-wa-boo-waa)
Is so peculiar
No one ever touched me without wanting to kill me
Except for a healer on 6th street in Ridgely
Tessa DiPietro
Recommended casually by a medium I
it seems
Back there to where there's nothing else to do
Back there where you can sit and think of only you
Cry, baby, cry
Tell me 'bout your
how to live right just by how to shoot it
Tired of running, choirs is humming
Tell us to visit, we lying about coming
Now back to business, loading
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Who stops by to visit me
And she talks about her songs
And the star that she should be
There's a lot of real fine talent
Stayin' in or passin'
groom)
And ever and ever (you're the perfect bride, woulda just think about it, baby?)
Forever and ever and ever and ever (think about it, baby)
Lobster biscuits
And girls scout thin mints
Pardon my penmanship, but oh shit
Feel like I'm hungry now again
And I can't do nothing about it 'cause my
Know, worrying about how it may affect
Me, affects my reputation blabla
Or all of what fashion is because
I think that’s word fashion insiders
But
meant to be
I did, oh yeah
Let me prove it by touching you, baby
Oh, let's meet again, I, I
I was surprised by the chord change
And she kept
bridges to nothing, you'll get nowhere
Every governor's mother knows
That their bread is buttered by Sam
And what about science?
they find proof
Or you might say, brought me fame
I don't think I could just talk enough about Lucille
Sometime when I'm blue seem like Lucille try to help me call my
rings but that ain't about this
What you bout bitch
Excuse my French emotion in my passion
But I wear my heart on my sleeve like it's the new fashion
And be servin' as slow as fuck 'cause my niggaz are nervous
And if they even think they see five-o, they duck
So now, instead of rollin' thick, niggaz is
a conversation
Really think you need some ventilation
Lets talk about you and me
Oh, I can't believe it
Oh oh she all on me(on me)
Man man I think she want
rings but that ain't about this
What you bout b****
Excuse my French emotion in my passion
But I wear my heart on my sleeve like it's the new fashion
don't think there is nothing I can do now to right my wrongs
(Jesus walks with me)
I want to talk to God, but I'm afraid because we ain't spoke in so
in your mouth
What? You think I'm kidding?
Cause everything we do
(That's right)
We got a right to
(Come on)
You criticize me we despise you
If what
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