Lyrics:
"Grandpa, here's your coffee,"
Said Edith, as she filled his cup.
"Nobody'll find you here,
And Earl is glad you guys showed up."
"The way
"Grandpa, here's your coffee,"
Said Edith, as she filled his cup.
"Nobody'll find you here,
And Earl is glad you guys showed up."
"The way things
been washed by his blood
There's no other perfect love
I'ma be here for you all the time, every day
Every time you hit my phone, best believe I'm wide
to get by
Shoved the knife right into my back
Now I'd only wish that you would die
You thought you had us all fooled
You worthless fuck I hope you
Choke
And amazed by the way you give
Hey Sir Manny
Can you really
Really talk about love
You care to share
Without perversion
Without religion
Without a broken
by three
Got a lotta money and I'm outta yo' league
Got a lotta money
Got a lotta money
Got a lotta money
Got a lotta money
Yo Kmoore this beat was
""Ketchup"" by Sione Toki
1st Verse
Did I miss somethin',
'cause somethin's tellin' me I did
Did I diss you or somethin'
I didn't mean it if
the way. Get rich or die trying, I'd rather die than stay the same. Imagine years going by and realising you haven't changed.
You ever had to think, if that
overwhelmed by attention
Everybody expectin' perfection
Throw a ball, then you'll have it all
Best thing I ever heard
Things change in the blink
Can't tell me nothing
When they all look the same
Been this way
Since Auntie Shirley
Called me Noonie Pa Nay
Before you met me prolly knew me by name
If
'Cause I ride for my clique
I get live with my clique
Go get high with my clique
Do or die for my clique
Said it's all that I know
Yeah, it's all
with me all day
Today was a good day
(Today only built me up)
Pure satisfaction for me and for everyone else
(Never gonna give this up)
An instant
of the children
A pure love still grows
Like a bright star in Heaven
That lights our way home
Like the flower that shattered the stone
A sparrow finds
anybody. Every great song by the Beach Boys. All the underground hits. All the Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of Every Niagra record
anybody. Every great song by the Beach Boys. All the underground hits. All the Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of Every Niagra record
anybody. Every great song by the Beach Boys. All the underground hits. All the Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of Every Niagra record
over because you hate being alone it's cool I got you girl don't you forget catching girls staring you going to put them all in check hold you by your
Mhm, mhm
Yeah
Hmm, y'all know what the fuck going on
Hmm, don't even know where we going, but on the way fast
Foot to the floor with the gas
Ain't
nigga
Uh, ain't no talkin' fly, I'm warnin' you, tell all your stories, walkin' by
There ain't no more love to give you, my heart is crossed inside
of You
All I was is lost
I've been lost more than once
I've been frozen by the high beams
Ninety-nine others but You always seem to find me
Lost in
Surrounded by those that don't wanna be
All of these thoughts... They keeping me weak
I'm sick of myself. I know I need help. Ahh
Problems that you cannot fix
prophecy
My attitude is scarred by this inner-city urban
Iller dolo stress on my brain just like a turban
Who get grazed by the bullet?
Triggers, who's
attitude is scarred by this inner-city urban
Iller dolo stress on my brain just like a turban
Who get grazed by the bullet?
Triggers, who's quick to pull it?
My feet are on the ground, my hands pointed to the sky
My eyes focusing on the clock as the time passes by
I begin to wonder where you are, I know
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