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must go for a while but I’ll be back to see ya cause I
Can’t get enough of your, can’t get enough of your... love
Can’t get enough of your, can’t get

ain't afraid of fighting
But when it comes to the source papers
I am the one who is writing the song lyrics
Yeah I'll be back with some more later
Please

Our story starts
In a little town
Where the slickest of lads
Could be found
A snake is our focus today
I'll tell you how this serpent plays

Well

better believe that I'll be slamming the door
I said
Shout, Shout, Shout, Shout out loud
I said
Shout, Shout, Shout, Shout out loud
C'mon baby
Shout,

bitch
I'm tryna be 1 on 1
On some simple shit
I hope you listenin
Yeah
Slide one time for the kid
We ain't gotta say what we did
Floor to the couch

I don't want to see anything at all
If I close my eyes then I start to fall into
This abyss that I've fashioned to a home 
It's all that I've got

The lion's out the cage
Been through the fire
And I'm a survivor
I won't be held by your chains
This is my Circus
And I'm no clown
Walkin' a tight rope
I never

feel it all day?
I'll be coming home tomorrow just to heal that old pain inside

This, it cannot wait
My clothes don't feel the same without all my

All of the things that I do
To not feel so unholy
When I'm with you
Oh, chasing sunrise
Blinded by lies
Love sacrified
For your
Poison
You were poison

don't switch
And when I shoot, I don't miss
-
Thank god for my team
I'm just out here living my dream
I ain't ever been on my knees
Had to get it by any

bent niet home alone, maar send je location
In die 4 by 4, ik heb genoeg space yeah
Het is allright, wil dat je lang blijft
Ik wil je all night, ik wil

Ooh, Na na na na na ah
Yeah, Ahh

If ang sabi no go, then go home
Alam ko'ng tinamad kang mag small talk
Baby i'll put on show that's what i'm for

Real cool hunter, shot 'round the bend
Never been stopped, yet never upset
Not a good look for a heart at the end
Not a good place to be found half

comparable to the daily horrors of
I can't explain to you but I swear to god we're all gonna die alone
I can't be left home alone
I need your cold alone

Prom night
Check the mirror see someone I don't recognize
We could never make it home without a fight
I guess I'll let it slide

Brown eyes
You'll

Stay out til light tonight with me
Then lay in bed for a week
Legs lined with lead I'll lie the rest of my life instead
We're together in feverish

a runway
That's nothing
She could be Ms Parker from Friday on Sunday
No bluffing
When you gonna let me fuuuck Ms Parker
Huh I ain't say nothing
Bills paid

them bleed
Brothers lost will soon be seen
Home is now a foreign land
This right here is our last stand
Two shots for the fallen
Two to the sand
That was

a while and
I left on the high seas
For others I did many good deeds
When I came back I was alone
They made their own islands and homes
Now I've been around

could ever need but that was until I figured it out
I came home I open the door
I walked in the room
And your clothes were no where laying around
You lied

imma make it home
Better call my pops I gotta let him know
Lock the door
It’s almost quarter to 4
Yeah
Take me out to LA by the night
I might just say

on my own
I ain't do nun' wrong
I just copped the lamb truck
I just pushed it home
Gotta keep them bands tucked
Where that nigga from
Black and white like

Yessir haha
You already know
Bout to be an invasion
All the pain that I had to endure
All the pain that I had to endure crapped out on life he didn't

the grey
Stumble home on Saturday evening
Wake up for church the next day
I've loved some girls, lusted others
And Whispered my fair share of lies
The only