Lyrics:
and I was scared and I went out into the hallway
There's been all kinds of troubles
lately in the neighborhood
and someone's got to bring home
at them titties
Take your ass straight on out, of Sin City
Wearin all pink just like Hello Kitty
Bringin back all see-notes and no fifties
Burnin rubber
I've been feeling so hopeless
Like there's no place I belong
I am burnt out by fighting
Why does everything feel so wrong
I just want to be happy
happens.
You can't help it. It just comes out, ready? ready?...
Um, Hello?
...Um, Hi? Hello? Unless you're black. If you're black it's a little different.
and he pointed out his toes
The commoner was a fat tusker like a prune left in the sun
His neck as red as his hands, he always held a gun
Young Libby was
Sometimes I wake and it's all been a dream
You played out like a movie but not on a screen
There's friends that I know both present and past
They
Make believe you never worry how to pay for your meals
Edges are eroding, there's a cancer in my head
My magnetism's fading, can't get out of the red
I
more late notices for the electric bill
No more heat knock up on your doors
And we can barely get our fill
No more scraping by
No more living just to die
Somewhere out there
The sidewalk’s fine
Sidewalk fire
Dark between the lines
High-beams float on through
Fill my empty room
Stars wiped out the sky
yo' ho
Hol' on hol' up wait no they
Don't go they fucked the GOAT
(Brr) hello hello hello hello
I fucked yo' bae
Just like Jodeci she tryna stay I said
Sitting listening to songs by Post Malone
Glued to your phone, man take me home
Take me back to chat up lines
We were there having a good time
Instead
I want you to ask yourself one question
If you had twenty four hours to live, what would you do?
That's some deep shit right there, a lot
on some, "Oh, hello, "
I'm on some hocus pocus, poof holy moly
Motion blur from bloke to Canis Lupus
By the fifth frame of the photo booth
Show that to your
wanna finish
They diminish, I replenish
Scientific, I'm out this world, ho
I wear bright red, like a girl toe
No homo, fingernails dirty
I've been
to the spirit of ol' 1956
It was pacing in the woods next to '57
Well the highway was my only friend
Cuz I went by so quick
Suburban trees were out there
Consumed by inner hate
Stopping to say hello
But saying goodbye
Not enough for
One that cares
To look beyond
The surface
waving to the waves and the waves wave back to you.
A kiltedScotchman climbed the tower and reached the dizzy heights
With electric torches there were
he's earning
He'll always live in L.A.
A custom made wallet that stays in his pocket
And never comes out to pay bills
He's winning at poker
Mr. Telephone man
There's something wrong with my line,
When I dial my baby's number
I get a click every time
Mr. Telephone Man
There's something
you a project shawty
Pieces to the puzzle and there's levels to shit shit, them other hoes can't buy that shawty
I'm from the ghetto, doors on the Lam
Drew back the curtains on make believe
I stood in awe and barely knew your name
Oh, oh, oh, Hello
My life it seems much smaller, but it's heavier
say hello
Finally out I swear I'm okay
I was just calling cuz I missed your company
(Can we please forget what I said?)
It's just a matter of time
It's
privy to the misadventures
It's electric, meeting in the middle of the street
With a lethally modified piccolo pete
There is admittedly an incredible
they be on it
Oh man, they be so on it, oh
I pull up on them hoes
Roll my windows down
Let my music out
Four 15's shake the ground
Smoking
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