Lyrics:
gets twisted and your head grows numb
And you think you're too old too young too smart or too dumb
When you're lagging behind and losing your pace
Look he needa tuck it down
By the way he look at me
I know his game rye
But pretty boys don't give it all out on the same night
Let's go to Paris
for Fendi
You may get it, give me Becky
Ever since Miley Cyrus started twerking
You white girls think you got that shit on lock
But I ain't gonna say
like a virus
Feeling like Osiris
Gaze into my iris
She be feeling a bad bitch
Looking Miley Cyrus
The conflict
Booty so big got me feeling so convicting
Sorry if I can't get to the phone right now I was probably running home
Don't lose you're faith in me I'll keep my promises
If I said I'm gonna be there,
a wild ride, call me Miley Cyrus
Because this is The Climb
You got 300 subscribers
You're older than me
But you ain't makin' dollars
You got 180
your career in less than a song or two
I'm a tyrant, I'm like an iris in my empire
You're as threatenin' as Miley Cyrus with the hiney virus
Dead
one's speaking when you’re alone
Feels like there's no reason for me to keep breathing if I’m gonna be alone
I can’t sleep alone and I can’t go eat
The magic, the passion, the fashion, you toy with
The culture was never yours to make better
You're Miley, you're Elvis, you're Iggy Azalea
Fake and so
So you ain't speaking to me
Joztin, Yung Zoz, or just Z
It's awful the way I'm perceived
Been trapped so long
The map so long (Go)
And I been in
Ran Up Half A Ticket By My Lonesome
I got shit too doo
Told my hoe don't lie to me
I stretch her oot and stretch the truth
Rush hour like ricky tan
Look at you, feelin sick, you got the virus
Nigga, you’re a prick, just ask Miley Cyrus
Never told the truth, but I ain’t lying
Can’t even tell if I, m
Look at you, feelin sick, you got the virus
Nigga, you’re a prick, just ask Miley Cyrus
Never told the truth, but I ain’t lying
Can’t even tell if I, m
and i don't don't mean to scold
But shouldn't you be running game on 12 year olds
Go fuck demi lovato or miley cyrus
Hollywood's finest they love your
the flight deck (Yeah)
Take off
Like Nike I need my check
Might get my balls wrecked by Miley Cyrus (Ha!)
I digress, flex like bicep
Direct punchlines hit ya
gonna make it through the night
To the light with him
You're alright with him
I said you're alright with him
I know you've never seen him
But don't
gonna make it through the night
To the light with him
You're alright with him
I said you're alright with him
I know you've never seen him
But don't
put your bets in, last man standin'
Bars hit so hard you ricochet off the planet
The motherfucking hybrid
Tell Miley Cyrus text me
When I holler to her
some, then I lose again, when am I gonna win some? (need me one day)
I said a lot of things out of anger, but I meant some (ooh, you're gonna want me
to make, like A-C or the drop
Are we gonna stop? Shit man never my squad go broke
Your squad arti-choke
Watch your circle vanish like cigar smoke
Ain't
to make, like A-C or the drop
Are we gonna stop? Shit man never my squad go broke
Your squad arti-choke
Watch your circle vanish like cigar smoke
Ain't
When you're down in Deep Ellum, put your money in your shoe
Don't ask what your country can do for you
Cash on the barrelhead, money to burn
Dealey
Bad Boys
Bad Boys
In the mix
My love
Now you’re lying lonesome
With visions of blue
Vision in you
Again you let your heart go
And when ever you do
It’s
the same
Hold me in your arms again
I need your love
I need your time
When everything's wrong
You make it right
I feel so high
I go alive
I
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