Lyrics:
wonder, anybody care
Oh, I just gotta know
If you're really there and you really care
'Cause baby I'm not
F-f-f-foolin', ah f-f
wonder, anybody care
Oh, I just gotta know
If you're really there and you really care
'Cause baby I'm not
F-f-f-foolin', ah f-f
I did not diss Taylor Swift
And I've never dissed her
First thing is I'm an artist and as an artist
I will express how I feel with no censorship
I'm like eight foot four, blond hair to the floor
You shorties never thought I dreamed about rapping hardcore
No I ain't got a gun
No I never
in the sunset, I'm trusting in you
Swift wings you must borrow
Make straight for the shore
We marry tomorrow
And she goes sailing no more
Red
tracks and as I clench
My fist, I twist words you use to rip
The next time you flex, I'm guaranteed to get swift
Hip-hopper's, rap artists
Verse 1:
E F#m A E
Come here and look through the window Marie
F#m A E
Open up the shutters,tell me what you see
G#m A E
Was that his knock that I
fucking dick my duck
Still drop, dripping water
Cause it's being 33 years old of Taylor Swift
Matter what it's under with me
I'm glad and proud to gift
A-a-b-b-c-c, F Me!
A-a-b-b-c-c, F Me!
A-a-b-b-c-c, F Me!
A-a-b-b-c-c, F Me!
Take you to my house (yeah)
Put you on my couch (yeah)
My lips
(mum-mum-mum-mah)
P-p-p-poker face, f-f-fuck her face (mum-mum-mum-mah)
(Mum-mum-mum-mah) I won't tell you that I love you, kiss or hug you
'Cause I'm bluffin'
supper
Tupperware in the cupboard, plasticware up the
Stuck in the past, iPod, what the f- is that?
B-boy to the core, mule, I'm a stubborn ass
Maybe
swift and hard
And when they fall
Even, even the comfort of a stone
Would be a gain
There was a time when I thought
I would have to give up
But I'm
read my
No, he can't read my poker face
(She's got me like nobody)
P-p-p-poker face, f-f-fuck her face (mum-mum-mum-mah)
P-p-p-poker face, f-f
swift and hard
And when they fall
Even, even the comfort of a stone
Would be a gain
There was a time when I thought
I would have to give up
But I'm
You're a spineless, pale, pathetic lot
And you haven't got a clue
Somehow I'll make a man out of you
I'm never gonna catch my breath
Say goodbye
in the sunset, I'm trusting in you
Swift wings you must borrow
Make straight for the shore
We marry tomorrow
And she goes sailing no more
Red
You're a spineless, pale, pathetic lot
And you haven't got a clue
Somehow I'll make a man out of you
I'm never gonna catch my breath
Say goodbye
A-a-a-a F me!
A-a-a-a F me!
A-a-a-a F me!
A-a-a-a F me!
Take you to my house,
Put you on my couch
Put this in your mouth
Then I'm going South
(Say
sails in the sunset, I'm trusting in you
Swift wings you must borrow
Make straight for the shore
We marry tomorrow
And she goes sailing no more
sails in the sunset, I'm trusting in you
Swift wings you must borrow
Make straight for the shore
We marry tomorrow
And she goes sailing no more
an artist I'm a fucking work of art
I've got an F and a C and I got a K too
And the only thing missing is a bitch like you
You wanted perfect
You got
the sunset way out on the sea
Oh, carry my loved one home safely to me
He sailed at the dawning, all day I've been blue
Red sails in the sunset, I'm
the sunset way out on the sea
Oh, carry my loved one home safely to me
He sailed at the dawning, all day I've been blue
Red sails in the sunset, I'm
been blue, baby
Red sails in the sunset, I'm trusting in you
Swift wings you must borrow
Make straight for the shore
We marry tomorrow
And he goes
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