Lyrics:
Baby, I'm sick treading lines
I ain't coming back to you
If you won't give it back, no
I'm so far from my innocence, I have forgotten its taste
I'd
[C] OK! I'm a cheerleader now!
[Chorus]
[D&C]
U.G.L.Y.
You ain't got no alibi you ugly! Eh! Hey! You ugly [X4]
[C] I saw you walking down
think that it was Bike Week
I'm from Philly
Where the cost of life cheap
50 bones get you gone by
Ricans down Pike Street
I'm not a blog creation
I'm not
going down
And You’re up getting dressed
Are you wondering if I made it home
What if you wake up today
Decide to stay that far away
There’s
the presence of angel why cry?
Smiles and cries on my way to heaven
You are the gold seed 4th downs the line
Your picture is kept close by my side
Ask me
[Verse 1: L-Fudge]
I metamorph phrases to glaciers
Have 'em come together in liquid stages
Then turn down the temperature and have 'em frozen into
clear.
On the night drive.
Lizards blinded by the center line.
Lava black, let mystery take its own sweet time.
Grab the antenna and hold it tight.
Verse 1:
Check it, I catch more heat than a histitic jew
You catch two thumbs down like a Matty Rich movie review
Your individuality is missing like
between white lines - now I know it won't be longG C AMoment by moment the passing of time, just
Guaranteed you can bat if you that far
And the more for the organization after breeze
And ya'll are crazy when I'm goin' over seas
The nicest ya get,
Out the door just in time
Head down the 405
Gotta meet the new boss by 8 A.M.
The phone rings in the car
The wife is working hard
She's running
I'm probably listening to hip-hop
And as the days go by, savour the taste
'Cause it call all wash away in the rain
So as far as a cigarette break it
come in, don't be scared
Revealing that the Jash is a
Mask with too much time
And far too much love for an old band gone by
'Cos this is a passion
Can't be on my block 'til like 20-fuckin'-30
Left strips full of bine (rah), bagged dinners by eye
Them man are good online, I'm good with lines (trap
And I've been out walkin' down
A long red road
But I can't complain, I see it worse each day
And I ain't too smart
Always tryna learn each day
Far from
(You're crazy) On the Jaguars
Fuck it, on the Jaguars
I'm a Pats fan, put a thousand on the Jaguars
People enslaved by their psyche
They follow the rules
the middle of nowhere watching the sun rise over a stop sign faced down the center line of a highway filled with sudden turns for the worse
Coming back home
known for braver in war!
Push forward, their line is weakening.
Smash the shields to kindling.
Onward inside, a tomb of ash and stone.
Beyond the gate,
Jump into the middle
Forget about beginnings
She don't wanna waste any time
How far can you go
When you can never overstep the line
Cut it
Wealth
They Waiting For The Moment When My Dream Is On The Shelf
Dusty!
Collecting All The Hate By Its Self
Never Thought I Make Its This Far With No
Written by Kevin Bacon
Strings written and arranged by Michael Bacon
"A guide book for the paranoid." KB
I'm in Paris, won't be here long
But after
line
So turn, run
Now Iâ??m back and Iâ??m lost in a dream
I had a week in a single day
I lost my feet now Iâ??m floating down stream
Far off to sea,
I believe?
You tell me you love me
I don't know the meaning
And baby, neither do you
I showed you the good times
You gave me the hard line
Well, here it is
They's wearing uniforms
One by one in a line
If you don't like yourself
Go flick that balls on someone else
I got some
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