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Sitting still, at a desk, with a tie flopped on my chest
Counting seconds, lunchtime beacons, need the valuable rest
It's hard on the knees, legs

Tease me
Control and repeat it
Tie me in your bed and never release me
Bonnie and Clyde
Fuckin' all night
Feelin' so tight
Need you
You the only one

Slick on through I can't see your suit
Don't do that, your not doing you
Stimulation, through and through
Can't see far so they cant see you 
Rolling

Victini, I'm comin' off hot
In a black droptop where all the hoes be
Rockin' suits like Mr. Moesby
Havin' dreams with girls I used to see
Beatin'

it's just what it cost us L'tigre and La Coste Polo Quite often, Hard bottoms and suits I ain't in a coffin. Live From Essex County where Joe D's

sukupangasotu qualify
Of course uli degree koma ulibe experience taziwone sunavale tie
Experience experience experience (My foot)
Experience experience experience

shoes , you need to tie your
Shoes trying
Knock me off the top and I can cut you loose How you hear the to dead talking horten hears a who
I'm all on your

stop
Play your cards at best. Fold your hands, give it up now

I want to wear baggy pants, suit size XL. But you want more, come on
My mind is fucking

stays the same,
It always stays the same.

I get up
Put on a tie
Never stop to question why
'Cause if I stop, I'll never start again. 
The swarm of suits

at the mall and
I don't even like new shit
Go one hundred fifty-three
I don't care about the whip
And when I go to swim imma tie my up some bricks
I don't go

conspired, he shouted, changed to pinstriped suits
And that’s how Jim McFear made it bad
But in torn ripped skies
There is no room for lies
And torn ripped

suits
And that's how Jim McFear made it bad 

But in torn ripped skies 
There is no room for lies 
And torn ripped souls 
Jim, there's mending for your

conspired, he shouted, changed to pinstriped suits
And that's how Jim McFear made it bad 

But in torn ripped skies 
There is no room for lies 
And torn ripped

the flick
She ain't getting paid for it
She ain't getting paid for it
I don't need a label yeah
I was in the matrix yeah
Black tie event so I'm wearing all

freaky lil' thang, in my neck and waist chain hit them corners on your plane
In my birthday suit
He a pussyholic, nasty lil' bitch, use his face for

to tie me down almost had me tethered
But it's another on my mind I think she'll suit me better

Check out witch, yo suit all fly
See the sitch through the evil eye
The overlord who overloads the sky abroad
Shoots you to preserve through digital

A bite of toast and a glance at the morning news 
Adjusts his tie parallel to the crease in his suit 
Checks his phone for his first port of call for

wear suits, I'm suitable.
Tryna figure me out that's like tryna solve a Rubik's cube.
Who is dude? I'm J-Lamo I sound good on frooty loops.
I wrap

a day off work since I went and took Cleveland, looking for a reason
Looking for a tie, looking for a suit
That Rock and Roll Hall-of-Fame is due

at least a couple-dozen times
Always pleasant to the ones who took to heaven
Tie a devil's-knot in ropes - the ropes is just formalities
Hanging from

thirty minutes give or take
His booming voice commands the intern
Eye contact strong enough to burn (right through your head)
He wears a striking grey suit

in your natural
Don't worry bout no hair tie just let it down
Girl you're a queen
You're meant to wear a crown
Don't mind the cheeky smile I
Wear when

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Its the paul smith
light purple suit yeah
내 단신 커버해 줄
멋진 색감, 품 yeah
I feel extremely good