Lyrics:
andre gør det for dig
Og tør handle på instinkt?
Være nøgen som en blotter?
Hvis morgenduggen aldrig mere skal kilde dine tæer
Vil du handle
Og forvandle
sell me some, sell me some
Licking up gold crystals
My thinking is wishful
There's liquor, blotter paper
And flavored water vapor
Sell me some, sell me
the ice cream shoes
Kick push pills to ya dumb ass youth
Breakin up these boxes I'm bandicoot
Glow hotter than
Stove topper
With ink blotter
Got real
is hot
Go-gots for the flow spotter that knows not a
Thing about your problems so start em no problem
Whole bottles of slow blotter
I know lotta things
lights in neon rods
Navigate through space and time
Shelter in alien space pods
Sun shining through the blotter glass
We're tailgating the devil's ass
need space ex
But we had a bunch of space sex
Didn't even wear latex
I think I heard babies
I must be tripping balls
Or are these blotter tabs
at that school fair
Where his mama and his papa get this fucker out of here
He's passing blotters around and then passing bottles to peers now
Mind state
I remembered the time I was dating the sheriff's daughter
And we broke into the county evidence room and stole ten-thousand sheets of blotter
'Cause
that’s the illusion
All you need is inside, you working for that you stupid
I’m no talker I’ma do it
I got stalkers
I got shooters
Measure blotters with no
Blotter Ink what you thought that the deal is?
Run up on the scene with a plot to get trillions
Get that shit then I'm chilling
This skreeZy, Doc and Treazy
Far off
Still so star-crossed
Soon it will be all ours
Used to pray for dollars
Wondering where God was
Forgive me Allah
Got lost inside that blotter
kjærlighetssverd mange
ganger på sin ferd gjennom klosterets lange, og trange ganger, mens
nonnene nynner sine salmer og sanger, og blotter blanke, bleke lår,
alle
Like runaways caught in a storm
We took our trips on blotter paper
Squares we barely could afford
We saved our money for the weekend
Lay with our backs
Beechwood
Finessing tha dollars
Call shots like dondada
This bad bitch
I bought her
The pussy I slaughter
I'm droppin some blotter
She tastes just like
nie było kiedy chciałem teraz nie chcę go już
Żywię urazę chociaż dawno już odszedłeś gnoju
Jebany Blotter się rozpływa znowu pod językiem
Jestem
baking
Bakers bibles
Blotter babel-
-in’ disciples
Fee fight fo’ fun
Forties rifles
Pillow talk of speaking sheets & I’m too tucked I need to breathe
Got
through blotters
or some new easy thrill
Kneel to new mirage
speak to your refrain
Floating out on air
finding lights to shine in space
I'll fall back down
boxer
A jaw locker
I’m at your neck, heart stopper
I make them rap boys grow up
Ball dropper
I make them young rap bitches turn to blood blotters
Or kill
into what Joey drew!
Left forgotten on the blotter
We just want a chance to be
The creator couldn't save us
You'll be slain by our machine!
Think that
doom
Mowing through a load of goo that's
Grown into what Joey drew!
Left forgotten on the blotter
We just want a chance to be
The creator couldn't save
hvide/rige mænd med penge i hovedet
Krig i fingerspidserne
Det sitrer køligt i deres blod
De blotter sig for empati
Og snakker flot om heltemod
De fylder fly
may then I'll take you to the shotter
We'll know what to say when we're off it on a blotter
You know I can see between the red flags
I have lost my mind
ein paar Blotter Acid eben und ich sehe Fabelwesen
Es wird hell und ich zieh' durch, als wär' ich gar nicht da gewesen
Ich will tanzen bis ich fliegen
I want artillery
Become a little lead man with ease
Macaroni knees
Blotter paper trees
I spend all day on my ass
I really love my class
And if I was
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