Lyrics:
a song
I carve my name on the ceiling
In tar while we're all drinking booze
Telling stories of guns and lakes
And bad ideas
And we dance like the world
you're soft
No shitting thank you
Sleep slope
Mind crotch
(Chorus 1)
This is a song written by bad translations
What the hell is a Love Elevator
(No)
He's so deserving, but he's so self serving
He made me so mad, I know it's sad
'cause now I want him so bad
But he lied to me and he knows that
Hey can we re, can we re-enact Biggie's song?
Can, can you shit on me?
I just want you to shit on me
Hey lady, hey darlin', hey baby
I'm sorry
I've been on a quest for the next wave
But never mind, that was just a segue
I must say, by your songs I'm unimpressed, hey
But I love to see a Black
us.
We're all workin' on the same sweet song,
You better get ready, by Jesus.
He'll never leave us,
Standin' in the middle of a road,
With a load
vertebrae
Now your head won't bob
Too bad
Every time I rap
They be like, Who dat
Every time you rap
They be like, Mute that
Move back
You trash
Using
Crocs
Five fiends by two o-clock, hypebeast, Gucci socks
Side street, losin' the cops, try me, they shootin' Glocks
Trickin' on a picky bitch, like do
Kissed me on my forehead, told me that you love me
And I saw, that it hurt you, more than it hurt me
I thought how bad could this hurt be? I know now
you gonna tell her after she discovers (you probably think this song is about you)
You don't really love her?
Oh (oh), it's gonna be a showdown (don't
Have fun y'all
Have fun y'all
The city breathing all down your neck
Bad news and good dough special effects
And reality's teeth
Bright, black,
fair - they say, they say
Young Love - It's like a bad dream
Young Love - Always the same
Young Love - Who understands it - they say, they say
Her
off
Cuz she wants a guy that has a bad boy reputation
I don't wanna ruin my vacation
By fallin' in love
Butcha callin' my bluff
We don't need
No shoes
And we don't have a song
If we could get these things accomplished
Nothin' else could go wrong
So he balanced the ashtray
As he picked up the phone
things in the way until I can wrap them around you
You can make a sad song happy
And a bad world good
I can feel you out there movin
You're mine and I know
to destroy it
Folk singers sing songs for the working, baby
We're just recreation for all those doctors and lawers
There's no relief for the bleeding
haven’t done the deed, tonight we will
Hookin' up like dogs at the local landfill
Nerd, nerd, nerd, nerd, nerd, nerd party
Sounds like SpongeBob, dance like
On the streets, they call me a rager
Being an inspiration, it's what I major
Yes, all my songs sound radio-ready
And yours were mixed by your own daddy
I'm like
a country song
Oh how did I screw up,
Spent last night in my pickup truck
Its bad, so sad, I ended up losing everything I had
Love left town and my whole
the message will
Make you feel better
They're reading the letters
There's Bob and there's Larry
They work well together
They get kinda meta
They're kind
you gonna tell her after she discovers (you probably think this song is about you)
You don't really love her?
Oh (oh), it's gonna be a showdown (don't
Kissed me on my forehead, told me that you love me
And I saw, that it hurt you, more than it hurt me
I thought how bad could this hurt be? I know now
I get ear infections
I take prep as expected
Cut my phone disconnected
Making songs with no method
Still in love with one direction
Still in school
and I got to meet Jay-Z and he said
"Oh, you a real soulful dude"
And he, uh, played the song 'cause he already spit his verse by the time I got
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