Lyrics:
Bukowski
Can I get another kiss from you
Kiss me right here on my tattoo
Good God where's my sleigh
Good God playing for days
Good God any day now
fine
Somebody check my brain
California's all right
Somebody check my brain
Ah
Tears have filled my bones
Ah
Years expended, gone
I hung my
fine
Somebody check my brain
California's all right
Somebody check my brain
Ah
Tears have filled my bones
Ah
Years expended, gone
I hung my
Right here, right now
Right here, right now
Right here, right now
Right here, right now
Right here, right now
Right here, right now
Right
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All rights reserved by the artist @CassinoMcs
All rights reserved by the artist @CassinoMcs
Right here, right now
Right here, right now
Right here, right now
Right here, right now
Right here, right now
Right here, right now
Right
now, here's to mother hen
And her chicken, Lord have mercy now
Master, will you take a roll in the mud
Like you know you should?
The old barnyard,
now, here's to mother hen
And her chicken, Lord have mercy now
Master, will you take a roll in the mud
Like you know you should?
The old barnyard,
now, here's to mother hen
And her chicken, Lord have mercy now
Master, will you take a roll in the mud
Like you know you should?
The old barnyard,
come up here (uh)
(One two, one two, what's happening, fool?) Come right here, this is for you, come on up
I done been through a whole lot (Kendrick
always gonna be polite y’all
Might be thinking right now, I wonder, did
He smoke something before he came up
Here? The answer is yes, i rolled up a
Little
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Consciousness my only friend
My fingers grip with fear
What I am doing here?
Flash before my eyes
Now it's time to die
Burning in my brain
I can feel
roll it
I put my hand there, hold it
I'ma be right by ya
I'ma be right by ya
I'ma be right by ya
I'ma be right by ya
Lighters up, lighters up
wrist froze
She runnin' down, I looked up, she gone, I don't know where she go
Cemetary lifestyle, I'm making sure the casket closed
.40 on me right
With the dog right behind niggas chasing 'em down
We all knew that you was pussy
But I'm tasting it now
And never give a dog blood, 'cause raw blood
I ain't got no partners, I'm my own partner
And I don't want no artists, I'm my own artist
They say I wrote the book but here's another chapter
With the dog right behind niggas chasing 'em down
We all knew that you was pussy
But I'm tasting it now
And never give a dog blood, 'cause raw blood
only niggas that helped
My money was thinner than Sean Paul's goatee hair
Now Jean Paul Gaultier cologne fill the air, here
They say he bougie, he
Therapy-but when your money's gone you're out of here!
Therapy therapy
Lost sight-I think I'm getting out of my range
Colors flash-now things are starting
(Hey)
Haven't heard from you in a couple of months
But I'm out right now and I'm all fucked up
And you're callin' my phone, you're all alone
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