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addicted just by, the smell
I'm lifted, if you can tell
My eyes are red as fuck!
and I really don't give, a fuck!
Turn this shit the fuck up!
and let it

for people like me
An all white trial is a trial by fire
But I wash in a grace as I take my place in the rotation
Rave a nation
Forget about me?

thousands of dollars for a piece of paper
The roses not really red
The violets were never blue
They can tell you whatever they want and it'll be the truth

the devils a lie and
We serve a all mighty God He’s on our side
And him and his people are tired You told us
Justice was blind but she see my black
Behind

Kira
So if my time’s what you’re seeking
Then get in line behind Misa

You’re a bright one, Light
But I won’t be beckoned by your love
So you want

second nut
I love when she turns me on so much that I cum back to back
My woman is thoroughly breathtaking
She began rubbing her red rose in a circular

somebody and still stab them in the back
You can love somebody by just being attached
You can love or hate me and still have my back
Your sending anonymous

are colder than Sweden
So Boy Better Know that it’s gun season
Don't think I'm wearing gloves for no reason
Kill Devilman and dump him in Neasden
My

and Venus
You soft as a rose on a Christmas Eve
I could tell by the angst you was missing me
Dead 4 liff , life
But for some reason it feel so right
I'm dead

or a trigger finger to expose plastic
Leave a closed casket with a rose basket

Ayo, my first love was a MAC-10
I gotta have four, I had three bodies back

you something different
Blood red roses, candles glistening
We just touching and we kissing
I'm like damn, girl you fine
And I gots to make you mine

tryna
Get you up to my God
Till your vision's all blood red
Like you Cyclops
But the only way to do that is if your life's lost

By his stripes I'm

and up the brightness
Real ones by my side we move as one and no one sidekicks
Roses are red
Violets are blue
But I'd be flyer with you
Like a plane
We hit

would use tech to hunt whales. Sounds like a train or motorcycle the older sounds, the new sounds are made by male whales only. innovative male. waves

THE ARTILLERY MAN AND THE FIGHTING MACHINE

Journalist:
The hammering from the pit and the
pouding of guns grew louder
My fear rose at the sound

love if you want it
If you're sinking, I'll sing you my psalm
In this craziest of times
My rope ladder you can climb
And the scariest of storms I

on me cause I can't keep it real
I might lie to protect your heart
But I show love by letting you heal
Coca Cola, Arizona
Playing red rover, make me run

So many faces
Flowers in some vases
Give it to my Ma
Take her to the movies
Icee, red blue, Kung fu, nice

If I fell back
It's nothing
Find me in a bag

and that might be the perfect place 
to show you 
my rigor erectus
I know you a corpse I aint tryna be sexist
a love like this is so infectious
dead bitch

don't understand it why are you here
A hundred hands around my neck every year and still I manage to keep you at my rear
You're red in the face just like

romantic fruit basket and some candles
Call me Kyrie how I grasped her by her handles
She's yellin' out “go faster!” as I slammed her
She makes my Crowe

the bandage only concealed that which was red
Not sure how I managed all this time, ignoring the echoes of both my super ego and id
Surprised I didn't bleed

is flaws in human design
And your child is like
(Red wine)
I will tell my story
(Behind)
(Break)

Yo, I wasn't trying to be black rave (Wicked)
Do you

This that red shirt Shaggy Rogers
Shine too hard to sleep
Need doctor
Walk on ceiling holy father
Gotta exercise these monsters
I grew up to son my