Lyrics:
Buy lies just to get by
Get high cause we hate life
We're all missing home
You are not alone
Find love to replace it
Fucked up and we anxious
Lost in
it was titty skin
I said, "You son of a bitch!"
'Cause I was mad at him,
Well he just got out his floss
'N started cleanin' his fang
So I
what has been spoken
By leaders who will never heed your words
Heed these words
It ain't that man that you've seen
Going by on the street
Making you
well
Though I need a holiday like lady who song blue
Go back whatever you did you undo
Heavy is heaven, the devil on my two tons too
If you are
not like chaff blown away
But grow with you every day
For blessed are those who delight in Your laws
O Lord
with the Mafia
hittin' niggas for they bricks like Gracias
the cockiest, it's obvious, it's me, he, who?
confront frontin' niggas like "You want it? well
it again.
Who said that pop punk is dead?
I still have Blink in my yead
Who said that rock is done?
Cause those four chords are still so fun
I bought
leave it home
If he ain't got it right by now, then scratch him off
They just called me, said it's about twenty strong
They standin' at the door, don't
like me?
When the seas are losing fish
Who cares if I'm free?
See him from a distance
Bumping into glass wa-ah-ah-ah-alls
Riveted by rivers
Secretly
But she wants to be sure
'Cause you know sometimes words have two meanings
In a tree by the brook
There's a songbird who sings
Sometimes all of our
Two-thousand election,
Moderate Republican,
Lost the popular vote,
By only half a million.
Al Gore got more votes,
But guess who was on top of him
They told him don't you ever come around here
Don't want to see your face, you better disappear
The fire's in their eyes and their words are really
TO YOU OH LORD
HEcR MY PRcYER DcY BY DcY
cS I PUT MY TRUST IN YOU
LET ME NOT BE CONFOUNDED
ME KRc SHYRc EWURcDE (MY SOUL BLESS THE LORD)
Mc ME MU cDE
you can't change, I respect that
To me nothin' is monolithic
Nobody exempt from who karma visit
It's Brunello Cuccini when the suits are double
Bitch nigga find me in a four-door Lexus
I got a bitch shoot dice, a bitch that ain't right
I got a bitch who'll front you work and'll take your life
I
Who draws the crowd and plays so loud
Baby it's the guitar man
Who's gonna steal the show
You know, baby, it's the guitar man
He can make you
you and me
Yes, I've heard most every word
'Cause the talking's loud, and the walls are much too thin
"She don't really love him"
Oh, that's what
of nigga
That'll search for that bitch ass nigga who ratted him in
What kind of nigga
Keep his mind on his money, music, not bitches at all (We don't love
this in a smash
Yeah, you know I got this in a smash (So what's up, what's up?) [x4]
Well it's the F-A-T, Gang S-T-E-R
Living like a star, drive
one up
Pour a little extra somethin' in my cup
Doin' what I do 'cause of what you've done
You know who you are, yeah, I owe you one
I gotta thank
I will be so him and her
Who am I, tell me who am I, I will be so you and me
Who am I, tell me who am I, I will be so him and her
Who am I, tell me
He says, You will never know
There are no rhymes to do you justice
And he will sit there, outside,
Until you no longer doubt his purpose
So, I
Who are you?
Who am I?
Who are you?
Who are you?
Who am I?
I've been asking myself this daily
Who am I?
Who am I?
Who am I?
(X-el)
You should ask
guitar
Does your pretty face see what he's worth?
Sorry, girl, but you missed out
Well, tough, luck that boy's mine now
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