Lyrics:
to do
Can’t stop looking at you
My brain needs a reboot
Try to not read through
I’ll try not to see you
Avoid the pain with damn food
I’m sorry that
in
Won't you forget my name in a second?
Our brains are faulty machines from armageddon
Won't you come haunt me in my sleep
I need an extra boost
Second guess…
Wonder if…
Maybe I'm not cut out for this
Who cares what my gut reaction is
You know how to get under my skin
Burning holes into my
were the one two three four five six seven eight
Too many choices
I can tell where she's been by where the splinters at
I leave them because they get me
[Chorus]
Pretty white lies by the darkest soul
Will I take my time will I run back home
Why not stay for a minute
Won't you stay for a minute
Why
wasted
Feeling my skin want to burst
Raised by the damaged, I barely managed
I hope my brain isn't cursed
And then I'm boiling over again and again
That
Skin so divine
Radiance emitted, so flawless by design
Interior beauty, yo that’s why you outshine
Feel free to drop a line, yeah that would suit me
it used to be for sure
But go ahead and do your worst, you won't get under our skin
By the way, bitch means female dog, but it's an insult to women
girls, and music)
Boy and girls - 7 minute rhapsody fuck bohemian
OWAIN got more words per minute than Eminem
Now let’s get back on track cos not talking
the Middle, play tetherball
Thick ass bitch, high yellow city-slicker
Scarecrow creepin Southern bitches, aka Posie Pussyfictious
Nigga been holdin guts
watch me churn
There's only so many spots they're had to earn
Pack it up pack it in
Let me begin
Too many men are judged by the color of their skin
Their
You should have been there but you closed your eyes
Washed my brain clean with the words of god
Burned my skin lived in sin
Here on earth they gave
find da MC's by the jazz men
I don't tote guns I tote funds
While you still puzzled how my antidote runs
Your whole vocabulary's played out, admit it
find da MC's by the jazz men
I don't tote guns I tote funds
While you still puzzled how my antidote runs
Your whole vocabulary's played out, admit it
vigorous
Stroke that nigga like a zig zag rolled cigarette,
And I do it to get my dick wet
Brain grain rotten, I was a 12 year old gettin' raped by my
out by the Citgo
But mama always made sure the tooth fairy found my pillow
My pops was always workin', he put the family first
Chicago Saturdays in
Beep!
I figure you'se a ho but you can't help it
'Cause being raised by a ho is kinda hectic
Old material bitch
Gold digging for them
But enough is enough
You don't have to suck it all up
So life can be tough
Punch that witch in the gut
Put that witch in the bag, put the bag in
above the flame of the Doomed make your ass porous
Aware of the cross to bier air inhaled every second wreckage to our temple
Boring into us
Mind
give brain
I'm like, "Nah, that's a shame,"
Lemme hop on this beat for a second
I got fighting words like Tekken
For all them boys like
(Man I reckon)
went as far as merging rabbits with a frog
I be that Mad Professor boy
I be that Mad Professor
I gut guts up on the ceiling I got brains all on my
I don't ever really wanna make one of the biggest mistakes
By just sitting and waiting and not fucking with you
I fucking love what you do
The way
are made of and that you are not a quitter
Quiet killer
Takes guts to face 'em, embrace 'em or stick 'em in the basement
Spread them thinner, suppress
my pocket, shovel by the shed
Ski mask am I stalkin, blood on my bed
Just a little bit from the gouge out of my skin
Where the nails had a grip when I
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