Lyrics:
foreign shit in the bunk, babe (oh-whoa)
I can kill 'em, but, ma, don't get out the truck, baby
And I tell you somethin' good
I had blood on me, but
a little device called "fluid drive"
Jack, after you revive
Chuck all your junk
Back in the trunk
Fall on your bunk
Clunk
This is the G. I. Jive
a bunk out back
Her days and nights are filled with dreams of a man named Smilin' Jack
That was her daddy's name and that's all she ever knew
Hey baby my baby sweet baby
I'm on the bus tour bus bunk
I got my headphones on and I'm listening to
Elliott rock rock rock rock
Rock me to sleep
I
I'm just trying to uncover the truth
Where's the Captain?
It's over, Cap'
Consider the helm, the helm.
The captain is in his bunk berth,
Forgive me Father
Oh okay. I feel like Micah Freeman
That sweat, that funk, that nasty
That sweat, that funk, that nasty
That bed, that bunk
say 'I just can't believe!
How'd it get so late so early?'
Say 'ain't life a grand and I'm in awe of y'all'
Then drop into your haunted bunk
Go
the prom queen, I'm in the marching band
She is a cheerleader, I'm sitting in the stands
She gets the top bunk, I'm sleeping on the floor
She's Miss
or perfect
But at least we knew our limits
And we know where our edges are
Like we're sleeping on the top bunk
And we'll save ourselves
Before
whom it concerns""
""Get out of my house""
""Get out of my room""
I got home from work and headed for the bunk bed
My lights were on
There was a naked
bound to lose, lose, lose
You had a phony set up
You called the SIU
We had a ratty ship and a crummy bunk
With roaches in our stew
We fought
Kissin'-kissin' in the Wraith
Kissin'-kissin' in the Wraith
Went in the same day Drake dropped "In My Feelings"
I was in prison on my bunk, really in my feelings
my bones are all ceased up
'cause I've been up here so damn long
I can't remember why I came
And there's fever in my cabin bunk
And there's only me
hero and me I was just a green kid
And I prayed that someday I could do all the things old Jake did
Well we sat around the bunk house one cold and lonely
a monk
Peep my wrist, think it's bunk
Bust down, that ain't bunk, ayy
Gravy got the drip they call me Mr. Hydration
Bitch, I do not play and you look
disappear
Bang this BUNK hit and let it dissipate your fears
Roll down the windows, let the music reach they ears
Feel the bass go through you, let the treble
Bunk shit, mind on fritz
Battery on finger tips
Cunt kick, bruising lips
When i run up on a bitch
He will see my eyes
Stare into the abyss
Blunt lit,
I'm like a dream you see
Don't wanna wake up from me
Her mama can't her away from me
Bunk class to be with me
Put her nigger on hold
I like your
Burning trees screaming fuck math
Bunk class
Bunk class
At ninth grade we was flipping that dough
Ninth we was breaking that law
Ninth grade I was
clear those times before
Me oh my and no one wonders why
They brought the latest bunk we deplore
No parasites
They shall not pass
No parasites
They are
You got beats, huh
Not like SWNKY
That shit mad bunk
Yo shit janky
I can tell you rode the wave
'Cause yo shit basic
I be all on yo girl phone
This
on this blunt to the sunset
I ain’t gotta lie I just want sex
I ain’t gotta lie i just want sex
Ion wanna cuff hoe give me head
Yo bitch on top like bunk
out with your friends
Thought you should know
That we fucking in the bunk bed
Look at me go
Now i'm hanging out with coke heads coke heads
You keep
trick you
I was gone on a bunk for six months
If you ain't help
how can I say that I missed you
Cause I done been misused
Just hold it down while I lift
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