Lyrics:
think you want me too
I-I-I think you want me too
You've got those sick tats hugging your forearms and
Crawling up towards your neck
That's where I want
out a message to all of our members in every corner, crevice, and category
To every finger, face, and forearm
That we are the separately united
We are
between the lines
'Til your campus nearly shines
For you for you
Once in our front yard
I sprained your left forearm
As i pulled you back too hard
than a plethora of thesaurus decorum
text explorer orally sex whore well hung with tongue
armed with whetted thought and flexed forearm
and sore thumb
On point with the pen see the needle l thread
Meditated fell back and learn to keep calm
Strategize how l move and then l throw bombs
Forearms to your
So I hold it tighter
Drop to the floor and scrape my forearms on the concrete
To gather what I've spilled
Use my body to shield you from getting too
when I saw him. You see much like the cobra on his forearm, death is a permanent thing.
jeans
Cross tattooed on your left forearm
You're an Autumn queen, such a Southern charm
Watch you rise
Watch you rise
Watch you rise
American
himself on my forearm. I haven't had a lot of safe sex in my life. Not a lot, and there was all this prep shit. I would just roll the dice. Do you know
like
However despite, I'm left to write till my forearms get all tight
And my fingers start cramping up, pose ampin' up I'm standing, what
Y'all niggaz
single
Yeah my name is Fish Kringle
51631 On my forearm
Track so hot you’ll still get a snow storm
LA on my... leg
I’m tapping out like I’m a keg
You can
Squeeze your opening and unleash torment
Infernal agony -- all these years you will regret!
Forearm compression
Against deviant obsession
Think of me
suddenly, birds came flocking
And he appeared like a magician
Alone, his damn arrival
Has threatened my damn survival
So I grabbed knife size of my forearm
to test your teeth while giving your fore-arm a fresh hickey
Time to pen a pop-hit popular for both Weddings & Suicides
Time to wake before your spouse
Fought a nigga bout a hoe once
ATO on my forearm
And back then I ain't tote guns
Jasmine died trying to protect KeeKee
And she seen it
My baby ain't been
shit done started up
lift the whole yard up since they wanna bargain
Stick the size of my forearm look like a toy gun
Boy stop thinking with your dick
The vibrance of each body part
Makes attack on hope-rampart
All I own now is my chest
Thigh and forearm is the rest
Gangrenous but with life impart
So can I
right to my forearm
The enemy's attack
No, it can't do me no harm
The Word disarms
Our rival raises alarms
God gave me grit and grace
And I am safe in
strikes on the scoreboard
A few new marks on my forearms like chains
Dragging me under
This pain keeps pounding like thunder
Storms riding high
I've been
I've got scratches on my forearm
They are still warm
I don't know how it happen
Or the pattern that they form
I stuck to my feelings
I didn't make
FOREARM
PRESSING KEYS IN THIS BITCH
G TO THE LETTER
YEAH WE GETTING LIT IN THIS BITCH
I GOT EVERYTHING YA NEED IN FACT IN MY FANNY PACK
slept right thru like 4 alarms
Slick like Rick
Up quick I'm garnn
Tats on my forearms
I done it by myself
Tb on FL
Been on grind from 12
She flip
on the field
Like Nelson's dodgy forearm
Suddenly re-healed
Happily, World Cup sponsors
Have just what we need
Burgers with fries
And shake will make us succeed
Always duck and cover
Overusing booze you say
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Get the fuck off my case
All your stupid tattoos
Clouding up your forearms
Hate to bring
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