Lyrics:
There's a flu bug getting passed around
Spreading like fire through this town
There's a virus holing up inside us
Each one that I know is coming
We're gonna cut out of class, meet the girls by the railroad track
Well ev'ry Friday night there's a band that you gotta hear
Just a dollar ticket in
making love
I don’t know what it feels like
But I know baby this feels right
We can just call it love
Watch the sunrise
Through your brown eyes
Stay by
you're a cutie
I want your lips and the Louis
Those caramel brown eyes
Got my body hypnotized
Like the highest moon tide
Baby I am mesmerized
Honestly I
to the
Moon
Quick with the syllables
Flow is billable
Brown boy bars coming at you with a speed like this is cimrinal
Maybe methodical
Slightly meniachal
together every side
Yellow Red Brown Black White
U-N-I-T-Y
Yeah that's a unity
And this one is for you and me
And this my favorite prophecy
And Jones be
ports (Smoke)
No pallet in my Stone Island shorts (Stone)
By the rhyme time warp
Light you up like July Fourth (Blow)
Need a Porsche Panamera with suicide
I ain't never seen a pair of eyes quite like yours
I ain't never wiped away a tear on a night so beautiful
I ain't never felt a pair of hands touch
A hundred and five million goin' down in da ground
Most in da black an' da brown
How did I catch this riddle?
If I didn't crossover like a Hardaway dribble
That thing’s so rusted. Look at that van! That is them, that is just so…
Touring this record felt like an embodiment of what this album feels like
condone it i'm bout rah rah gun play
Smack you up get so violent have you wan wan girls day
Brown and engraved in stone like a pebble on earth day
Knew i
You always knew this would come to pass
It is in patience that You are revealed
Although it felt like years were passing by
And it was never my turn
point to the sky
Now our lights point to the sky
And like whispers they finally find their way that is lit by thousand burning bodies
and we'll hang out by the beach
Not a care in the world this a high I've never reached
Picking up seashells down by the beach
Down by the
Down by the
Picking
(nah)
Running through ink like I'm tattooing (yeah)
This is music to be murdered by, you love
Turn the volume up, I am fired up like a blunt
Bread is
yearnings
And he doesn't like pretending
His tempers stretched so much by work
His heart needs gentle rending
He calls her the chocolate girl
Cause he
Look
Last night we stayed up hella late
Eating fruit with yogurt dips
Sipping on a Cabernet
Then she sucked this dick and I felt compelled
(Ridicule) so I'm digging for all the inner fuel
Couple gallons on this interlude
Might evolve into a interview
Not to mention all the raw tapes
Plot is
usually listen to music like this?
Just one more mile, you can do it again
Can we recommend some similar artists?
This is totally the song of my summer
There's a hole in my heart
the tears in the dark have dried up and gone
by the time that it takes to run through to the end of the night,
through
a God in the sky whose into listening
But a slice of that Devils Pie aroma lingering
I'm Fingering this trigger guard
Surrounded by blunts like they
do is hold her but I must act like I'm sober
And all of this wasn't my fault
Please have mercy on my terrible soul
Everything is so out of control
been holding you down for a minute
And its been like forever since we did it
And the nights have been hell without You baby
And everyday I feel like
like you could
But I'm learning
I'm learning
Another day goes by like
Morning light shake me down
Spend another night on the wrong side of town
I could
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