Lyrics:
or contaminated
Turn on your stereo never come radio activated
Deadly and fatal poison the title
My recital hits the parts that are vital
So tune in
neeky little shit to get me blocked
What the fuck is that?
I've been keeping quiet for a sec but now I'm busting back
Got my brother sorting out my
Party
I had heard it before from my Uncle Pete
Though I almost couldn't remember
How the little folk danced when the corn was sweet
Neat the Harvest Moon
Maybe it - is not for me
And yet I've seen it all before seen it seen it all before no
Sung my little verse sung my sung my little verse
I lose my
Number three
I'd be dancing like a monkey up a tree
Find sweet simplicity
By kissing my honey
Get funky like Bond
When he's played by Connery
And get
for my mind song
The coolest music to swing to
Jamming out tunes that remind me of you
My pockets lined with gold I sold the old to reflect
The new
Stuck in the closet but cis as it gets
Neckin' the bottle til' I'm a little sick
Fumblin' with my phone to find the tune
To which I can reminisce
tunes
I gotta run, so much to do
I like my world spinning just a little too fast
But now I'm in a classroom twirling my hair
Just waiting for the time
down, hands down
Hold ground by yo' side when it go down, I dedicate this next dart
To my fucking heart
Little Meth he the best part, now walk with
take command of
Tryna make a little sense of all this damn stuff
Deeper into hell I go
Screams of torture from below
By my sides a demon hoe
Bound to me
to be his wife
Little did I know my heart was breaking
And I could not say a thing
When the preacher
Posed the final question
And heard those church
Maureen cut my hair and now I've got a little more confidence with you
I just read through the message I sent, and you got
cnd there ain't a man who
these empty days and nights
Glued to the screen
Rerun by rerun
At the dark outer limits of my soul
Stranded between
The green acres of my good intentions
bang
Stay in the house that's the sound of the gangs, clef
By the time we figured out what happened
I was in an ambulance tellin' my cousin keep
a little sun / to wash the sleep away / Broke I spoke / My mind in verse / as if some lullaby / I rode the horse / I got off course / You watched me riding
way
They can't reach me, I refuse to reason
I am lost in my wicked mind and it's killing season
Confused she is given this little gift of life
(Thank you)
I know what it feels like to be honked at
You're sick and sad and a little bit
Embarrassed by your reason why
You're coming through
A column cloud descends
'Your cause of sorrow must not be measured by his worth
For then it hath no end'
Yet may my heart in tune be found
In four-shape
The French Connection - Blood & Thunder Tune
Openin’ stupid stories book ,
Introduction
Your hot smooth attitude, my silly
Situation
Your little
One night long ago by the light of the moon,
An old music master sat composing a tune,
His spirit was soaring and his heart full of joy,
When
Been birthing dreams, a little knocked up
These bars ain't free
My mars it was a little locked up
Thought my brocas
But nah, my heart it was a little
Fendi the set
McLaren the whip
Chasing a check
Ain't chasing no bitch
Surrounded by dogs
They ain't going to flinch
Foreign little baddie
Make her
got my MTV
I don't have to go out
Ba da da da da
Ba da da da da da da da
Ba da da da da
Ba da da da da da da
A tune's a tune
It's all the same
Then
Coo coo ca choo baby you that's what you are
You are a hollywood star you're the high priestess by far
And you know this tune's for you we call it
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