Lyrics:
forget (no)
Foreign is pulled on the side of the highway, we fightin' because of a text
I can't forget, no (no)
Thought you was by my side, that was one
to terms with my
Lack of love, don’t wanna die
I don’t wanna live this lie
Can’t trust my thoughts, myself
My mind is hell
You see the picture that I paint
that I don't think about it
Wish it was different but if it was different who would I be if I was here without it?
Ima live regardless
Ima go the hardest
shey freestyle sori IG
Why? Cause the work dey weak man
I no get enough time to show the world the beast part
Not until the very day toh deny me ni visa
vegetables
Stand-up nigga man 100% testicles
Scan me fa bitch bro it is undetectable
Highly respectable stretching WORK
FLEXIBLE!!
Break-Break-Down Get
(Chorus)
Murmur the Lord of Philosophies:
The wisdom of hatred defies
I’ve pondered the details of christian belief
At its core, it oppresses your lives
work
Even then still I made sure no kids got hurt
Sweep the next, been knowin' since my feet got wet
From the best turned vet learned to speak direct
that got plenty
We pump you full of dreams
And work you til your empty
It can be a nightmare
If you want to tempt me
It's grimy at night
And the day it's
Corset was hard to live with
Geneveve was harder yet
Monique only ate with the tip of her tongue
Cornpone we left at the vet
Mars bar by far my least
live
a little too much take and not enough give
machines doing all the dirty work
while we sit back and grin
we need to break down, turn around
or be
him up
like he would his own son
and he gave me a ring
that was worn by his mother
and he takes me out dancin
every saturday nite.
and hey Charley I
(verse1)
She likes to live alone
Cuz she gets freaky
I call her on the phone
But she’s so sneaky
I come over every night
It’s like a Roman bath
like
shoot gift like heron
With skills of gil-scott
Nights like sir Lancelot can get heated
Prescribin' your vibe, love,
I know how you need it
ass
China still go ta' work like she be needin' the cash.
Got his name on 'er ankle, real impolite
I made it rain on 'er once an' bitch couldn't say,
tonight
Bad Motha Fucka gottta split heads tonight
You live in a world of artificial turf past the sky
Got the nerve to stay up nights and askin why
I'm
has exposed me
To narrow-minded souls with goals to overthrow me
Suppose that I chose to live my life low-key
Would you act like you could teach
Steady and significant, I'm gonna go for mine (blow by blow)
I'm guiltless, call me insolent, I'll always speak my mind (always saying something)
I may be
a kiss
Got your car nearby said where to you live?
Could go to yours, go to mine, wherever, you pick
Arrowheads through the bed man he never miss
Told her
life but niggas invaded
The benefits fading, fuck fame but Benjamins cravin'
Need more, work harder, you bleed more
Malibu property right by the seashore
thrashy gods
With this machine, cry-out, fire!
The kids speed along when
The last night comes down
I hear you win
You break the sound barrier
To race
work this wood?
Love the way I hold you down and go about eight rounds?
Up and down between your thighs all night 'til sunrise?
Girl I give you how
He works two jobs now just to pay the bills
Honeymoon is over seems love has lost its thrill
He blames her and God knows that she blames him
Loves
work mega-swiftly with an S-950
Or MPC-60, so when it's fat ideas hit me
Don't fuck with beat product', head got a built in four track
Use sixteen,
that he'll raise him up
Like he would his own son
And he gave me a ring
That was worn by his mother
And he takes me out dancin
Every Saturday night
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