Lyrics:
Cleaning, doing education courses (wah?)
None of that shit ever helped me
I never came home and worked on a forklift (lagga)
I chose my path, my mummy
Before leaving this ghost landscape cleaning my cold skin from steel
I hear neverending whispers pushing blood between my fear
My tongue's licking
Before leaving this ghost landscape cleaning my cold skin from steel
I hear neverending whispers pushing blood between my fear
My tongue's licking
And the price of living isn't cheap
With a gardener, a cleaner, an accountant
And the vehicles are luxury
So they need cleaning every week
Turns out there's
Don't fuck it up
Don't fuck it up
Tonight
Does it line up?
Connect the dots
Should i stay put
Or lawyer up?
And oh you must
Be cleaning up
Don't
back
Cut me deep but I keep taking baby steps
Because of you I grew up way to soon
And I'm still cleaning up the mess (mhm)
That night you drank
Could've left it all week.
The straightening up and cleaning
Would've waited for me.
Outside a slow falling snow.
I watched it swirl
Past the kitchen
can't ever sop us
They hating we don't pop up
Cleaning out the haters
It's time the get them mopped up
Show you how to cop up
This game I never dropped
of the Autopsy
Piled-up to dispose
Underneath the rotten innards...
A cataleptic corpse
Those corpses weren't dissected...
Let them decompose
Cleaning
Tell me this is the end
I need to make a stand
Things will never be like before
You left me powerless
I'm still cleaning up this mess
Things can't
You got no class
Couldn't dare tell me
You were out the door
Well I'd rather eat glass
Than keep cleaning your mess like before
You've got your
measles, blankets, and genocide
They call it "cleaning up the streets", we call it "homicide"
Where we land is where we fall (made an America)
All for
we do it
Red eyes, not sorry
So take it off, yeah, take it off
So what if we should be cleaning?
I like this dirty feeling
And I wanna make
a nightmare, not a dream
You acting real wishy washy
Cleaning out my pockets like a washing machine
Stop telling yourself to run back to me
'Cause we both
well she need to be cleaning
(Thanks Ugly God, thanks Ugly God, thanks Ugly God)
You saving hoes, you should put a cape on it
Everything I do, you
to the trunk of his car, retrieved the rifle
And shot his wife as she was cleaning up the kitchen after lunch
When his ten-year-old son came to investigate
Hashtag follow your ambitions and your visions
Hashtag I was in the kitchen cleaning dishes at a sandwich shop
And then I thought, "My nigga you be
you know those little carts
The employees drive inside
One guy keeps racing past here
Like the Indy's on the line
And the woman cleaning bathrooms
My best friend, he's been cleaning up his act
Mowed his front yard, even mowed the back
I can think of just one reason for all that
Must be
fool is cleaning his gun
And I
Let me tell you, no one ever got my soul right like she could, yeah
Amongst artists in heartlessness, dealing in
fool is cleaning his gun
And I
Let me tell you, no one ever got my soul right like she could, yeah
Amongst artists in heartlessness, dealing in
you really wanna live your life
Or keep cleaning the bile off your sink
I am a blade in a lawn that's new
Covered in dew
Waiting on you
I need no
fumando con mis latinos
Mama cleaning the dishes
Me on the road to the riches
I'll be back, never finished
I'm a hustler, I'm for the business
Money
cleaning the mess
Kill all the rest
Drink from their hearts
Tear their bodies apart
Assemble the wicked
Their souls will be lifted
Beg to be freed
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