Lyrics:
suffer.
My right forearm is hurting me like never before,
It doesn't matter, they all look the same.
I swipe my finger to the right because I'm so alone.
and a faded barn
Memories left on my forearm
A laughter echo in the pines
Moments weaved in tangled vines
Gone with the wind, she slipped away
Love we had, it
Needle in my hand
Got a forearm rubber band
Got a golden liquid in a tube
I'm gonna do a vessel jam
Got lots of money
Got lots and lots and lots
cool as hell, bad to the bone, I knew it all
I remember that needle buzzin' ink, got that cross in my forearm
Hit it pretty good 'til that summer
to do
You're the hole in my forearm
But you could never be true
Skin grows over every fight
There's a death sentence stuck to our window
Just tune
snare and a kick drum, see my forearm
I carved of on it this morning with a glass shard
On my green mini ramp that I built in my backyard (that's weird)
the point and lose the joy
Reach the place and shut my mouth off
From your forearm shouts a tear
Crawling off into another growth
And it is steep
That bitch was like mmm
What yall smoking on
Thats that gas thats that strong thats that forearm
Mmmm before the bag open you can smell it we enhale
incredibly sincere' into my forearm
You should know better
A fifteen year old's a notorious lazy innuendo
(The last man standing is a girl)
Four sweaty
it in her eyes
A thirst to leave that town
The tattoo on her forearm
Had it all written down
Big bold letters
And dark black ink
The word Wanderlust
through my head I don't know 'bout
We gon' turn up with PARTYNEXTDOOR
So much liquor, I had a gun through on forearm
Find out her friends can't leave me
Forearms can cover up
Lies in hiding.
Kinda makes the only sound
While I wait for others to be found.
So much for making up rules
While were
us
Yeah, ride wit us down in Seven Mile
Niggaz with Rock City tattoos on they forearms
Niggaz throwin they sevens up wit..
Detroit D tattooed on they
Baseball cap backward, forearms swingin' like a hip-hopper
You do the rhyme, thinkin no one can stop ya
I be the followin' that chop ya down as I clock ya,
Tattoos tell it on open forearms
A motto mumbled on Yorkshire farms
School boys pass it in secret notes
A joke that screams from soldier’s throats
Imprison it
Cure for the boredom
I'll check on her forearm
For stars that she wore
Picture I look at
I'm throwin' a book at
They said that I'm crazy
But what
and forth
Pointing our fingers until our forearms sore
Wanda wanna be outside
Ari wanna bark a song
Lola wanna live her life
And eat the bugs all gone
Barry
you hold onto?
'Cause I'm in love with this moment
But I'm not in love with you
Impulse, engrave your name on my forearm
But true or false, kill my ego
forearm
And i feel my heartbeat changing
I feel my mind quit racing
If you're the long vacation
My bags are packed and i'm waiting
And as we lie on our backs and spiral slowly
You look out to the west and the light hangs lowly
And I feel the grass on my forearms, your head's
I woke up in a dumpster
Off of San Jack and Main
My forearm’s in two pieces
So I’m waiting for the pain
To hit me like a brick
But that shit it never
Always duck and cover
Overusing booze you say
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Get the fuck off my case
All your stupid tattoos
Clouding up your forearms
Hate to bring
Drop down low, onto the mat,
Forearms firm, just like that.
Legs straight back, toes on the ground,
Hold it tight, feel the strength all around.
and fell down in the mud
They'll find him a victim of sorrow
His forearms all covered with
Georgia's boy's washing his hands
He fell off his scooter
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