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flexing on my ex
Tell me where you at cause you know I need you back
Yeah saw ya new nigga but he need to relax
One text to my jack and you know I'm coming

our phones we calling
Send you that you up text
Now we getting started
Getting up my bench press
Now we out here starting
And I'm still on the grind

a demon
She pack her shit & she said that leaving
She never come back from the text that I'm reading
I know I'm reason, I tried to leave it in the past, but

got next I'm getting my chance
Know I'm bout to flex I'm hitting my dance
Send da label a text when I'm getting my advance
Switched out my ex swear I

reality show
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Online
Call missed
Phone chat
Text me back
Offline
What does it take for you to make time to show me love?

said a word i can text you with it
Crying on my line, you want you shit back come get it
I feel like i'm Jeezy cause i'm putting on for my city
I feel

pussy I'm spittin' these facts
We don't ever text she just FaceTime my phone
She callin' me up when she feelin' alone
She know I feel some cuz I made her

Everytime I meet some
Bodu with a like mind
I burn it down I can't express
The things in my
Mind like a drought
Shawty sorry I don't ever
Really text back

mix it like dexter
Your girl is a hoe how bout that i text her
I'm not finna do that cause I'm finna fetch her

illusions
But tricks won't get me
Hate these subliminal texts
Paranoid about what's next
You all about matching
My energy
Then gets those thoughts
Out your

You text me, call me, talking bout a meet up
I don't wanna see you, I don't wanna make up
Feeling better when I'm wearing makeup
Always hidden when I'm

rest
Randoms gonna send me texts
People wanna know what's next

All these thoughts, thoughts, thoughts
Make em stop, stop, stop
They won't stop, stop,

(Yeah!)
Blow up my phone, I won't see the text! (Oh!)
Get rid of these hoes, I just want a check!
Ooh yeah, I just want a check!
Louis V like a dream,

live until our destiny
But that just ain't how it be
You just kept on telling me
That it wasn't meant to be
And I try and try to text you
But you always

was there for those years
You get me caught up in the motions
Then you try to disappear
Still stuck in yo ways
Don't text back for days
You fucked up
I

hard to be breathing
Cut all the bullshit don't even text me
I don't give a fuck how you feeling
I just want you to know that you're fake
Bitch you

don't care
Like Rick Ross nigga i eat pears
Fan text me said please come to Paris
I just wanna fuck I don't want yo name
And I heard you was smart can I

Guess not
It's not you
But you know that
'cause you've seen the fights that my family has
And all the texts from that one ex
And all the scars i swore i

Go holla the
Hoes but we
The relationship goals
So why you go
Cutting my clothes
Is it the text
That you read
Or was it the
Friends that have
Said that

righteous
I can be your lifeline in a crisis
Emojis in your text when you typing
The old me use to flex now I'm quiet
But I'll confess that I still got my

NÄR TANKAR KOMMER FLYGANDE
(Text: Birgitta Öhman - Musik: Hawkey Franzén)

När tankar kommer flygande 
En vanlig Iördagskväll
Med rädslan som är

NU BÖRJAR DOM IGEN
(Text & Musik: Hawkey Franzén)

Dom släcker ljuset och rusar in 
till varsitt rum
Dom låtsas sova för dom hade
ju lovat
att lägga

On a regular
If no be money matter
No de call my cellular
Don’t want niga were go stress me
Don’t want niga were go stress me

On my pay day got a text from my

Med ögon känsliga för grönt
Musik Nils Hansén
Text Barbro Hörberg
Och tänk i parken
Om våren
Med ögon känsliga för grönt
Och kastanjeblad som