Lyrics:
called up her own Uber
I've always been able to see the depths of my own future
Psychic readin's, corporate meetin's, power lunches
Private fundin',
Livin' life without fear
Puttin' five karats in my baby girl's ear
Lunches, brunches, interviews by the pool (lunch, brunch)
Considered a fool 'cause I
to check my mirror to see if I'm still here
My parents had no clue
That I ate all my lunches alone in the bathroom
There's nothing to lose
When no one
to check my mirror to see if I'm still here
My parents had no clue
That I ate all my lunches alone in the bathroom
There's nothing to lose
When no one
tandem bike
The lunches that we used to pack
We never could explain
That sudden summer rain
The looks we got when we got back
The leaves began
You gotta now when to hold em now when to fold em
Learn how to roll with the punches
Take em to school give these niggas brown bag lunches
If it
soup kitchen lunches
With those junkies by your side
Addicted with munchies
I'll be catching my ride
While the numbers are crunchin'
The cat's in the bag
don’t you be a martyr.
Opportunity, opportunity - digging holes or working lunches
wage slavery, wage slavery - nobody owes you nothing
productivity,
that's a good idea 'cause he didn't have nothin' to do either an' he was outta toads.
So we packed up our box lunches an' we started out a-walkin', an' we
out her mouth
They are bland as a saltine
They are bland as a saltine
She keeps her lunches in a line
Sits upright
Reporting news from magzines
Into
classes
Tires services lunches
Trips that pass us
Subscriptions new phones
Computers
And the most expensive shampoos
To suit her princess mood
How I envy
Smiles, Gels, Ties
Married to a life of lies
Dinners, Lunches, bores
Married to a life of lies
Mergers, Shares, Files
Married to a life of lies
Evelyn,
soul shows art to me, but dollars says my radio
wall street liquid lunches showing us the way to go
why tolerate this numismatical polity?
there isn't
shows art to me, but dollars says my radio
Wall street liquid lunches showing us the way to go
Why tolerate this numismatical polity?
There isn't any
but who knows when?
Our soft, shining eyes and dance-themed nights
Lunches on Tuesday with you by my side, and I would
Sit for forever in dim movie
sick of being right
So sick of being right
So sick of being right
Again
Master of my own destiny
I get all my lunches for free
Couple sugars in my tea
my best friend
Forever and ever and then some amen
BFFs for the win
Hey BFF count me in
For movies and lunches, sports and shows
For texts and calls
punches
Punches yeah yeah
Making bad guys lose their lunches
Lunches yeah yeah
He sure knows how to be stealthy
Stealthy yeah yeah
And is reasonably wealthy
wash pleats or a nifty cuff
It's just another jean for my fist to stuff
Throwing fista cuffs, eat pants like bag lunches
Jeans pronounced dead
It's just another jean for my fist to stuff
Throwin' fistacuffs, eat pants like bag lunches
Jeans pronounced dead, 'cause of death? Hecka punches
Yo,
toll
Rolling with sloppy punches
Campaigning free lunches
The prequels warned us
Democracy dies with thunderous applause
Sinking hole in my chest
down a street
Stand by Old Faithful and watch her blow off steam
When we pack picnic lunches that's not all we'll bring along
'Cause we'll be packing
bought him food to say sorry
Throwing punches
Buying lunches
I get my kicks from doing bad things
As long as no one actually gets kicked
I didn't choose
I’ll skip the lunches and the dinners
At the lido deck
And pin my eyes at the beauty
From sunset to sunrise
And gaze at the grinning moon
All night long
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