Lyrics:
of Akorn up in the cellar, we don't drink wine
I treat all my hoes like they equally fine
Rearview got Grammy noms, not cutout pines
Told my dawg, "Hold
a spleen
It's Bendy in The Devil's Swing
A cartoon cutout that'll make you shriek
Yeah your heart starts racing when
You hear that beat
The creator's brain
We're bound to win, or at least rule the cut-out bin
in Cancun
Pipe up what the pussy never gon do
Black out my eyes
Leave me to bleed
Cutout my heart
And then make it to eat
I am exactly where I
New Thanksgiving Feast
We traced our hands and made paper cutouts
We pasted feathers on
And we would shout out
I made a turkey
I made a headdress
I
Your gram is looking boring
Better pucker up and pout
Another rep you’ll get a six pack
Like a Hollywood cutout
Treat em mean and keep em keen
Yeah,
To a Dolly Parton cardboard cutout
Being without you seems a tragedy
I don't have words to give you now
I want to have our own vernacular
All
Tommy was a brawler in the Penny Picture Show
Fighting cardboard cutouts, saving women made of straw
Every day at work he'd throw his fists
what the distance
My sun won't rise
You're a cartoon cut-out of the things that you mock
Incapable of thinking out of the box
Never opening your mouth
aint cutout for you
Dont know many niggas that done picked up my call when i went inside
I was in trenches for the longest never taught i was gone see
itself right in
My existence, please listen, cutout my shadow put you in
'Cause all I need in my life is your light since you're phosphorescent
My eyes are
and forth
In phases
Hellish places
I'm alone
I'm falling
Lord, I'm gone
My front, my cover
My smile is a cardboard cutout
I'm an empty lover
Please defend
See it destroyed
Obliterated
Cutout the noise
Never amazed but
Why
This is all tragic
I don't know what the fuck happened
Came back now all i see is
soldi son carta straccia
che muovo in cutout per dargli anima
le storie in cui parli non le sopporto
Preferisco quelle in cui mostri il corpo
il sesso è
em
Mannequins in a masquerade, cut-outs in a stadium
Challenge to contain like I'm filled up on uranium
If you ain't really with me get fuck up out my
you wanna play with.
You've got those paper cut-out dolls.
It's coming off the presses, it's coming off the streets
Ken and Barbie on layered sheets
I
pescatarian
You speak good English
Oh thanks, It's cause you colonized us
I saw Boohoo was selling qipao tops with giant cut-outs to show boobage
The Daily
done be the cutout
Of the cookie it ain't shortbread, it ain't sweet, it's reality
But it ain't chai, it ain't green, you compared with me
Everybody want
your cardboard cutout
Got me all star struck
The type of glow that’ll never run out
You’re pulling me close, I freak out
On pins and needles, I’m weak
ever end this way
I been working hard been tryna make shit straight for you
So cutout the bullshit it's all just a petty game
You said you loved me, But
Is who I am who I ought to be?
Pacing the room digitally
Paper cutouts of strangers accompany me
Covering the mirrors so I don't have to see
If who I
gurning at the party
Talking party? Get it started I'm a real cut-out artist
She's so real so I heart it
On my show that I be starring
Dropping it low she
keyless
Got em, linked up trippin over the roots
Yeah they all get an apple, this time from the teacher
Cardboard cutouts of families on their phones in
always something
(There is no conscious
There is no mind)
Bathrobe chillin' on the couch
I'm watching Baki
I'm on display like cutout
Windows touch
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