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set 
Thirst traps more likes now she upset 
Cause now she got grown men in her DM 
Talkin bout baby girl I wanna see them 
And if you listening I don't

me
Your bitch hit me weekly to talk to a nigga sweetly
Hoping I'll swing by and go in that pussy deeply
I'll do a nigga greasy and ion hesitate briefly

surprise when Ocean whips out
His phone and starts taking pictures of
The Men in Black 3 monster exhibit, of
The weird installation with beanbag chairs
Even

in your eyes, I know that I am killing it
I don't do small talk not even a little bit
So if that's what you're on then please just limit it
I step

monster inside

Homie go and get the squad, really what you setting off?
Me and my road dogs road along with demi gods
Y'all are just a lot of talk, come up

Closed my eyes thinking I wouldn't see
The monsters you've become
Holding their lights and hiding their eyes
You're wasting all your time

You don't

in effect, the days are all peep
Grown by his own, provoked the wrong sheep
When I'm in effect, the day is all raw
Ten little workers, nine were all

get away
Bafana bafana

Hands in the air like I’m praising the lord
Hosanna hosanna

Thanks to the maker who created monster and now it’s trauma

They

the industry is raping us
Tell me how this business ran by men
A pop star once said
They get rich from our life
And still profit when we dead
I’m on my Kanye

The dogs are out and the cats are prowlin'
Easy to see that you're frightened by me
Most men run
And hide from me

You're bringin' out the monster in me

Marshall Law

Kate Tempest

Everybody Down

2014

shitty old boozers
We can be grown men, listening to music
Real music. Played with heart by real bands
Not just posers looking like they're
Giving

his mind to reveal the God
Bitch wait Anni a monster
Little boy Produced by the monster
I'm a Don keep me calm
Who be sane can be wrong
Who be dead can

Silencing real talk

Maybe not in words
But for sure in many actions
That’s why I’m here
To remove all these distractions
I’m looking up, looking down
Looking

Hook

To all the men woman kids, Little boys and girls.
I'm sending messages of love all across the world.
You can be anything, Just believe in your

Sometimes, I feel
Which is a miracle to say out loud, because men ain't supposed to have feelings
Except anger
When I'm sad, I'm angry
When I'm

on 'em
Dope money with a band on it
Half gold, we got a hand on it
D-boys still ball the same
Just gotta little bit of glam on it
Yah

I got flames

Shes a little insecure
Shes a little less than pure
Im a whole lot more than sure that her yoni poppin
Brothels poppin hosted by apostles posted
Roses

monster
Refusing to talk to me
You say She needs a fucking doctor
Claim to be a fuckin martyr
While following a fucking mobster
While your fucking at it go

have a great time little boys, I play with em then I give them all toys. I'm the scary monster lurking inside your closet. I'm psychotic, I like

Cherokee Bend

Gordon Lightfoot

Gord's Gold, Vol. 2

1988

died by the rope down in Cherokee Bend. 

Daddy didn't like what the white man said
'Bout the dirty little kid at his side
Daddy didn't like what

To all the men woman kids Little boys and girls
I am sending messages of love all across the world
You can be anything Just believe in your dreams

Why you blowin' up my spot? 
I need to leave you 'lone
And you make it way too hot, I
Can't come to the phone
Why you passin' by my job? 
I

one, and one invented not by our venerable ancestors, but by a devilishly clever marketing firm, not to symbolize your everlasting love, but to make

sadness
Play chess with an angel
Between good or bad
That's a little gap
But you are the only one
Who can understand

Get close, more close
Come by my side