Lyrics:
your skirt now
The events that followed had me volley if your hometown would be
Heaven or hell
The angelic nastiness you possess made you by far
Man you hell of a pussy for
The shit you did last night
I could tell you nervous right now by
How you moving your hands right
Yeah please don't fuck
before you got to taste the meat
But it's bittersweet, the way I'd eat that album to death
Got those words out my teeth, and the beast off my chest
Y'all
sees in her dreams
All American rejects give you hell babe give you hell
Habits
(Who oo who)
Oh habits
(Who oo who)
Habits
(Who oo who)
Yea yea
The way they used it all up and didn't pay the man
And after two platinum albums, you call me weak
Cause I don't sell records in the East
Now what's
know that you're hurt
Give em your best even when you're down to your worst
Keep all your pain locked in and spaz on a verse
You gotta, show up to work
you
Mean? She shouts it out all of the time"
Y'all don't want me to rep
Y'all y'all don't hear when
I rep y'all cause y'all
Be dick-riding everybody
of the American nation,
It’s all GOP mental masturbation.
Masturbate
Mental masturbate
Mental masturbate right now
If you don’t know how to do it,
Big Sean
true: that money equals power
How much do you have if I pay you by the hour
The American Dream is a veiled arms race
And if you weren't the first to get
learned, but it ain't nothing new
What happened to your funk, did you lose it?
Or did you get juked by Dangerous Music?
We stole all your money, and all
a fez the parade stretches out for a mile
Chorus
It's a typical American phenomenon where all the members have a fine old time
It's
Workin' on the album at the same time, you know what I'm sayin?
Visionary boy (C Sick)
Yeah yeah, uh, yeah, we gon' do it for '96 (yeah)
We gon' do it
to rep Cheatham even though
We said it's all trash
I put rappers in ditches, bitch
Get picked up by dudes in shackles
'Cause you got tossed on Highway 12
of the
Things you were hoping to address by
Going away, and then you get back
And do this sort of thing
Is your relationship to this
Stuff at all different?
What
the same about him
Y'all had some time to sink in
Hey Zach, this song is too long
If you don't like it, hit skip
And go put on some other playlist made by
the truckload
Latest album with my dogs
But the city closed
You in for a hell of a ride (Oh, oh)
This a good time, know I'm damn right
Order every single bottle
won't take no less
I'm not writing birthday greetings"
And then Jenny's blood ran hot
She said, "I'm not one for desk jockeys
But I'll give you
'Cause if you don't give a fuck like we don't give a fuck
Japan, say "fuck yeah"
Say "Fuck yeah" (fuck yeah)
Say "Fuck yeah" (fuck yeah)
Say "Hell
erupt like the Boston Mara, um never mind
So by the time you hear this, I probably wrapped an album
Y'all better fuck with this shit, I'm bout'a take you
If you know then you know
And when it all caves in on you
Even when it all caves in on you
Find the light
Make it right
Hold up
Damn
They all coming
the bliss on the other side of it.
Never tasted the bliss on the other side of it.
Leonardo
We reject. Give up this life full of absence. Filling this
your skirt now
The events that followed had me volley if your hometown would be
Heaven or hell
The angelic nastiness you possess made you by far
up in a sleep with your eyes open
You wanna know what I noticed?
I look around and my fanbase and they ready
That last album was heavy, that last
all-American boy
Looking out for something to do
And you were nothing but a lonely all-American girl
But you were something like a dream come true
I was
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