Lyrics:
sweet, but they're just full of trash
But she'll keep on searching, gotta find the perfect match
Hey, Mr. Wrong, you're just a cavity Your love's like
Hello Mr Wire Wire
What is your heart desire Desire
I'm ready to flirt what is your name
Me I be Emma Nyra (Nyra
There is no need to hala
I no come for
to experience drama, motherfucker
Your mamma
Your motherfucking big fat chicken face ass mamma
Don't even know about this drama, motherfucker!
Oh my god!
screaming lullabies around me
Catch my spirit freaking as it dies without me
Once inside there's nothing left
To activate your soul
The armoured hearts are
these dreams are my dreams
Cool it Mr. Ice Cream sun!
Now cool it Mr. Ice Cream.
Here we are again, love
Here we go again
By your side i can't
Looking out a dirty old window
Down below the cars in the city
Go rushing by
I sit here alone and I wonder why
Friday night and everyone's
Yo, new Ghostface!
To glorious days, check it out y'all
We back, yes yes y'all
Masked avengers, we're here to sharpen your sword
All praises due
I'ma born killer, you're face to face with scarface
You tried to ice an x, but that's a motherfuckin waste
Your schools fucked up g
And your momma
chain and every lock, every trap
Every wall and every door, we're pushing back
Every heart and every soul, we're taking back
The gates of hell, they will
fucking strong
Your love's so fucking shallow
Your love's so fucking cold
You're my Mr Wrong
Cause I want to be together
Take you to another level
Where you're better than you've ever been
Here my heart I'm willing
Giving you the best of myself
And I don't feel you're growing stronger
The hearts you break
With your simple lies
And you better watch out baby
The next heart may be your own
I
ones to explore
Experience plays more roles than T. Cruise or Mr. Washington
I really want to be just like them or exceed
We'd be great if the strain
Looking out a dirty old window
Down below the cars in the city go rushing by
I sit here alone and I wonder why
Friday night and everyone's
spiral stairs
I will swear on a stack of Bibles
I will tear new behinds out of rivals, even your idols
I don't care, it's Music To Be Murdered By
So
Falling through the heart of darkness
Your nightmare has just begun
Reflections of personal experiences
Has forever darkened the sun
Being in
It ain't always the target that your bullet scars its the innocent passes by.
Its always the good that truly die.
Now whatchu gonna do?
When you
Mrs. Orange
Accidents don't happen here
So I will ask you
Would you stay with me?
Let me take your luggage
You can turn on the TV
We've been so lonely
Mrs. Orange
Accidents don't happen here
So I will ask you
Would you stay with me?
Let me take your luggage
You can turn on the TV
We've been so lonely
sleeping on yourself before you take a dirt nap
And go and see the world Activate them google maps
Yea, go and see a statue or some temples
Don't lose your
cut your windpipe, eat your face
And slit your motherfucking heart out
You can see this freak show at the world famous Carnival of Carnage
Keep
the Juggla
He'll cut your windpipe, eat your face
And slit your motherfucking heart out
You can see this freak show at the world famous
Carnival
bumpin' Heavy Kane
Martin Luther King, I'm a Mr. everything
Sunset Road, I got hoes, red bottom toes
I got hoes in the fall, they're my autumn hoes
fear in the hearts of those who run
The ones that control and flee the consequences of their own political guns
The deaths that we hear of are not
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