Lyrics:
you surely can
Just let me quit my boyfriend called Superman"
I said, "He's a fairy, I do suppose
Flyin' through the air in pantyhose
He may be very
you surely can
Just let me quit my boyfriend called Superman"
I said, "He's a fairy, I do suppose
Flyin' through the air in pantyhose
He may be very
about me? The garden doesn't lie, just like your worried face, Mr...”
Edward. Indeed, 'm troubled by one thing. In a few days I will have a difficult
Oh, Mr block, you were born by mistake
You take the cake, you make me ache
Tie a rock on your block
And then jump in the lake
Kindly do that for
gon run this money up to the ceiling
So tell me is you down to ride?
Cus I'm down to stay by your side
Yea I'm down to stay by your side through all
out late, he ain't goin' home
He love it when it's war, you can't get your money on
Let me tell you about these scars, baby
You can't scare a nigga who
a voicemail
Like "Yo Hannah, it's Les' can you call me back?
I wanna talk about the baby, you, me, Jason, all of that
I've been feeling like I need to get my
to show you you are not alone
Track down this murderer
He must be found!
Take her, forget me, forget all of this (who is the monster, this
I'ma fall back, I'ma be cool (be cool)
Just don't let me find out where he hidin' at (boom, boom)
And you know I be tweakin', fuck, that never mind
and misery
Feathers of my wings paralyzed by the distance of my mind
Here I stand before you, the color of the night
Frozen by the potential of me
He-he-he-he-he-heat magnet
He-he-heat magnet, He-he-heat magnet
G-G-Grin on my teeth, kicking my feet
You bothered by me (bothered by me)
Heart skips a beat; time
And by His power I am saved
He is my Savior, He is my Lord And by His power I am saved
And by God's grace I am healed
He will restore you and make you
the sky and mountains, fish and birds
And He made you and me
God is Lord, and if you will follow Him
He'll make you a son or daughter of the Living God
By
Now he getting some money
If he acted a little bet not think he a dummy
Yeah
Bet not think he a
Let me tell you a little story bouta kid name stunna
started slangin' that they don't know me
I got my hustle on, learned to ignore what couldn't pay me
Lately I've been tryna make a billion, can you play me
found you in pain
Broken man
Waiting to be fixed by me
Waiting for my healing
Are you my dream man?
Your hair, long to make me touch it
Those eyes,
rot
And I'm into you
He is not
Im telling you the truth so tell me what's up
I wanna come by
And apologize to you
And I wanna come by
And tell you
You tell me all about your new drummer guy
And how you met him at the end of the night
He drove you all around town in July
I know he's a douche,
politics
For half a century
What has he done with it
Not a thing for you or me
Senile old man in the white house
He even admits he can't be trusted
I long
in the block holding
If you see me rolling by
Remember that you don't know me (you don't know me)
Bitch niggaz do bitch thangs
Look at 50 what he does
Yeah yeah
I mean thank God he saves
He done dug me from that grave
And that's only by his grace
I mean isn't that amazing
He my king yeah it's crazy
He
Storyteller you could call me Stephen King
#1 bestseller like Pippen 6 rings
It was all written by a mufuckin king
Thought I was kidding just listen
In a friends eye I have
Have you ever been tossed
By the way side in an old friends mind
See your friend at school and you got no cares
He got a black
think he the cinnamon stick man
Yeah This kid is so awkward
He's the Dominican lord fawkward
How about you kill me yourself
Instead of someone else
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