Lyrics:
so far away
Far away from the beginning
The shroud is made of linen
The yearling took your purse
The goth kid has a hearse
Heart-breaking
I'll be your purse
If you will come back
And set the blind man
To his door
If man's best friend
Will be my friend
Until the bitter end
Days
Life lines and suicide crimes --
He found me in a state
Grabbed my purse and hitched a ride
With a Mrs. Jesus "how you been"
I've been
Well she's always been a good good girl
But she's always lived in her own world
Stealing makeup from her mommy's purse
And her mother said it only
ain't no cheap thrill
Cause Miss Badu is always comin' for real you know the deal, nigga
Every time we go somewhere, I gotta reach down in my purse
skin, I put work all in her purse
She got guilt all in her grin
And I swear it be the same every fucking where that I've been
All you girls try to be
to mouth existence
Un-purse your lips, Unfurl your fists
Open your eyes
First I to I
Then I to you
Then you to us
This is hand to mouth existence:
dice (you talkin' some crazy shit now, nigga)
All my life I been considered as the worst
Lyin' to my mother, even stealin' out her purse
Crime after
Starlets
I live my whole life on autopilot
I got a hundred bands in my wallet
She want Chanelly purse, yeah I think her name was Violet
That hoe yeah she
The prettiest girls do the craziest things
Chanel on the purse and Tiffany rings
If she want it all then she'll pull the strings
The prettiest girls
Thanks for the memory
Of sentimental verse,
Nothing in my purse,
And chuckles
When the preacher said
For better or for worse,
How lovely it
Breadfan
Open up your mind
Open up your purse
Open up your vault
Never, never gonna lose it
Breadfan
Take it all away
Never give an inch
Oh what a tangled web we weave
To fill the purse of thieves
My mind is not deceived
Oh this tangled we we weave
Every dream came at a cost
All around the world
Hey girl, hey girl, hey girl
Zippers & your purse, hey girl
When I walk thru the door I'm a debutante
When I come thru the door
god
And a brand new barbie
At the Barbie Church
Barbie shoes
Barbie purses
Barbie dresses
Barbie makeup
Barbie panty hose
Barbie hair curlers
got some hookers we can toss later
Before I let her get me off guard
Went in the purse took a hundred dollars
Nigga I'm so scandalous
Scandalous,
her purse, a light
(she licks the paper slow twice)
to find a matchbook
(twice)
to light her smoke
look at those lips
roll one for me
let's
a purse?
Why give a bitch a inch, when she rather have nine?
You know how the game go she be mine, 'bout half time, I'm the shit, ooh
Nigga, that's that
the sun
I know it's gone away
And I can't be the one
If you won't let me stay
So honey, go find the gun
I think it's in your purse
And get loaded up
the baggy, put a little in the purse
business hold the purse strings
When I worked I worked in the factories
I'm at the mercy of the world
I guess I'm lucky to be alive
Here in subcity
just for you, baby
Know you like that coco, oh the purse came with the shoes, baby
Lick you from your neck down to your toes, how that pussy tasting?
I put that pussy onna market
put that pussy in my purse
put that pussy onna shirt
put that pussy in work
i make that pussy miss work
make pussy miss
Now I'm in the lab, always working late
Always sleeping past, the breakfast she makes
She used to stop by, come and holla at me
Put her purse down
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