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you ok
Thinking about dooms day
Wanna get a room babe
Boom Boom Boom

Ginger Rogers Fred Astaire
Absalom hung by his hair
Research shows crime is

the group
Killing all of them in such gruesome ways
There was a guy named Rick his head was found chopped off
By the lake one night that started all

all went down.

I was on vacation, got a text from my boss.
"Hey, sorry to bother, but we gotta talk".
"Just landed at LcX I will give you a call".
Ring

around, it was so cool

Oh, we flew higher, higher and higher
We'd even fly up to the sky

The playground had a giant swing
It hung down more than ten foot

the lust of the flesh, desire spiritual things
Stay committed to Christ you're married to the king
Glory to the Father Holy One
Praise and we honor his only

cin't scare to shoot, run inside bank say where's the loot/
Hoodie, and his mask on wearing Boots, Gloves too/
If you was a scary dude, He just Knew
Lay

Kicking over the cart.
He hustled, he bustled,
Then he stood still and said,
“cfter all this - 
You need a new heart”.

Things started to change, albeit so

Ayy, I gotta Glock in my britches If I take this bitch out of my pants
You know I ain't doin' no missing She wanna fuck, I'ma put the dick out my

Would you find flesh or just let your ego be bound
I try to figure it out
But when I sip on this water sometimes I can't get it down
Sometimes these

(I finally learned to breathe once you came into my life. And for that, I am forever grateful)
Head on the pillow as my eyes drift
Psychology willows

hate you fucker, stupid guilt sucker
I'll drink your blood, eat your flesh
Scum of this earth, stomped on at birth
I'll fucking rape you till dead
Pretty

Few people ever find
what they're after in this life:
A heart that beats in the same time as their own
Most get hung up along the way
They get

Have you heard the tale big brother can tell?
He can take your life and he can make it hell
You can mainline it now 24/7
But it sure ain't no

quake
Through the trail that hung like grapes

Won't you walk with me
Where once the Japanese soldiers
Used to hide their gold
Round and round we'll go

I hung up the call
So you won't have to hear me cry
I run up the walls
I must leave this place tonight

Get me right
I will never be all right
So,

Im sure Zapata is fucking stoked his face
Is in a private collection in a private space
I bet duchamp loves his fountain on a cheap t-shirt 
Made by

Didn't know how much love could mean, just a boy becoming a teen
Hung around, but I was cool, hands in the pockets of the longers
That I wore to school

by chest hitting the strongest bong
Until the ash go black and white as Sails in Amistad
Give us Free or least a degree
High School diplomas won't

the ground
When a garbage truck rolled by
To them it was an enemy tank
They had to find a place to hide
And every time a plane flew over
Or a helicopter

Passing by old places that we hung out
Remembering the stories we don't talk about
Complaining life wasn't so easy
But really we were making

stole sixteen milk white steeds
And sold them in Virginia

It’s will you promise me she said
Oh promise me, I beg thee
To hang him by a white silk cord

Electric birds and you
Never believe them
The floating wires and light above it all

Days passing by
Slow as the clouds
Floating birds
Electric shapes

(I finally learned to breathe once you came into my life. And for that, I am forever grateful)
Head on the pillow as my eyes drift
Psychology willows

Ho, ho, ho
T'was the night before Christmas, and all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse
The stockings were hung by