Lyrics:
though
Empty boxes are like silhouettes what used to be
Pack it up again yea baby yea it's moving day
Empty boxes are like silhouettes and cigarettes
Smoke
I don't tick your boxes
'Cause I'd be lying to myself
I don't tick your boxes
'Cause I'd be lying to myself
I don't tick your boxes
I put myself upon
Compartmentalize, compartmentalize, do it again
Lock it away, but it'll show up again someday
You won't know what, but it'll come out
Boxes and boxes
I'm packing up boxes
I knew this day was coming
But it takes me by surprise
Ooh will it all be forgotten
When I pull out of this driveway
Leave this
boxes and boxes and boxes that we know
Trapped in our shadow
I'd like to break that wheel that we've built
Out of shame and guilt
Out of all the thoughts
Kris, we put each other in boxes
No surprise, now we're all boxed in
Most of us tried to avoid these divides
But they multiplied and we had to decide
the office
We ain't no gangsters nah
We checking the boxes, making deposits
We ain't no bangers nah
Still moving with caution, through this exhaustion
Pandemie
Ich fang an zu releasen
Habe gute Sorte, gute Kurse
Boxe mich durch Krisen
Führe Kriege mit dem demon in mir
Drin and i defeat it
Stell mich Chancen
I make my living from: selling boxes with little people who live inside.
Come to my shop and watch through the window!
The little ones don‘t see you,
Mongoose that's surrounded by some cobras
Why they in our section, they don't know us
Magic boxes open and it's robust
Everything encrusted with this
I saw Black Bow's gifts sails so high, Gorgeous gifts beneath the sky
Treats and chocolates in vast array, In boxes dressed to make your day
Gifts in
through this dance
Just to find the right pants
If they haven't seen me
It's another first meeting
But I'll still bring my all
Tick the right boxes
Tell
get the shit poppin', that cash fillin' up on them boxes
Bitch, now they tryin' to come stop it
For pricey exotic
Bad bitch eatin' up boxes
I'm
packing boxes cuz
You're checkin' boxes.
But my head don't work that way,
You ask, are you ok?
I'm never not ok. I'm never not ok.
Everything you touch,
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Ooh-ooh
Moving my boxes out of your apartment
Oh, what a way to get my day started
I don't wanna stay girl, you're so cold-hearted
This real rap, no mumble (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
My skin black like mamba (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Got stash boxes in Hondas (yeah, yeah,
All I know is hustle, I put that on my set
I hustle 'til I pass out
Treat all my shoe boxes like the bank now
Guess you could say that I'm
the boxes anymore
And there are no diamonds in the mine
Well, you tell me that your lover has a broken limb
You say you're kind of restless now and it's
steady 'cause we're gonna set it all alight
I'm moving boxes in, we are now separate
I hope you're ready 'cause you're gonna sleep alone tonight
We're
the sound
At 8 o'clock we rent a truck
At 10 o'clock we load up the truck:
Boxes, wires, and amplifiers
MC, operator, and selectors
Ninety kilometers per
Boxe, boxe, boxe la lune
Fouette, fouette, fouette la brume
Touche, touche, touche mes rides
Gobe, gobe, gobe, gobe, gobe l'acide
Tombe, tombe,
I'm taxin' niggas when that coke jump back
Put the whip game on it
How I do it like that
I'mma need a hundred boxes of baking soda
A hundred boxes
connected
Treasure boxes, we hide with pictures alive
Paper sheets display we should live well
Will they remain without stains and cigarettes
We want peace
comme les corps d'élite
Le corps, l'esprit en phase, mec
On boxe les pitres
Et sort des titres classiques comme
Les blocs du Queens
La prose des briques
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