Lyrics:
the middle of a crippled kitchen table barely standing up from where I kicked it once.
It ain't pretty enough to make up for me messin' up the only love a man
'bout the hometown
Everything changes, but nothing's new
Just Sunday night at the kitchen table
Finishin' a beer and thinkin' of you.
And I still
And just when we discover that we need each other
Here, our lives keep pulling us away
Now we're both so unstable at the kitchen table
With these
(Hit-Boy)
E.P.M.D., we back in business
I visualize what it is not what it isn't
We at the mafia table, next to the kitchen
Eatin' Michelin
before I knew what I did
I was raking the gentle? spiders into that pot
Then I was sitting at the kitchen table feeling so cold and so hot
In a moment
We just got money on the dank
And when we got fresh rims we on top
On top of what when the kitchen's table's on hock?
Gun on cock but we seen it in
go with me on this great ride
My mother's smile and the memories of sitting at the kitchen table
My feet to short to touch the floor
Stuff I haven't
And no one else can do it right (it right)
Elevator, kitchen table, any flavor, what's your favorite?
Tell me what you like (you like)
Look at you
I wrote this song by a kitchen table
Maybe it all seems okay
Sometimes it's better just to laugh than to run away
Maybe I'll leave you in the coming
willing and able jackie taught me how to add with
Dried up black eyed peas on the kitchen table
And coming home to a mothers love and good care
Never
willing and able jackie taught me how to add with
Dried up black eyed peas on the kitchen table
And coming home to a mothers love and good care
Never
focusing directly into yours
He grabs you, turns you around and bends you over the kitchen table
He fills your asshole with his creamy, delicious peppermint
table
In the dining room
Earlier in the morning
It's almost noon
Kitchen counter top, Out on the deck
hold on baby, ain't finish yet
On the couch, Up
were once under your set of drawers
The little brown ring resides where your morning mug once sat
You stained our kitchen table, it's too late to take
Some empty space you left behind
The door is locked
As you always said three times
And then I see you left the keys on kitchen’s table last night
How
On Monday night I got drunk off a
Three dollar bottle of wine and I
Sat there at that too small kitchen table and
Swore I would marry you I swore
(whipping the kitchen)
Table the same so I only put dick in (only put dick)
Blinded by lights but my pictures I drip (pictures I drip)
Might lose my life
her brain
So how's life now? Is it all stable?
How can you put a fucking plate on your kitchen table?
How can you sit down and eat
Knowing all the weird
now, you're unlocking a brand new door
You scuffle the snow from your winter boots before crossing the empty floor
But I'm still at the kitchen table
flame on
Put my chain on, turn the rain on, what you say mom
Oh yeah, Love you too
Get my smoke on get my drink on
Fuck your bitch on the kitchen table
plate so clean
Sitting at the kitchen table
Your story was a heroic fable
You fought the devil, with your guitar chords
How could you leave no trace
whatever I wanted, she proved to me I could not
I tried to crawl across her kitchen table, she slapped my butt, that's no fable
Yeah, I learned a lot,
Who cares
For his loneliness
Remember that old man
At his kitchen's table
Spreading his light butter
All over his burned toasts
And All of his sad
pants sag
I swim the swamp with a gator
I made it a handbag
They tell me I'm how hope look
Them pots had to slow cook
Stack of paper on my kitchen
Table
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