Lyrics:
lovin' like a flower needs the rain
Sometimes when they'd have an argument
He'd take her by the hand and say,
"Maudie, you know I love you
You know I
hook to the chin
She been tryna call me dumb
I had to tell her I need stroud
She want me to hit the road
she already know that I ain't jack
Them boys
going on. And I'm as troubled by it as anybody else,
And I don't know any answers.
[TORI]
Happiness is a warm gun, happiness is a warm gun, Mama.
Caston Holt
11:47 AM (0 minutes ago)
to me
[Chorus: CAPTAIN]
Way too many choices getting harder to decide
thinking about my money I got too
know what I'm saying)
Got to kill the noise
(Brothas don't understand, they need to)
Check the whistles in the wind (repeated)
'm the flow daddy
Heyy
Hold your girl tight when I walk by you
Cos when she Fimí, she be dripping like a damn bayou
Gwaap, cheddar, my skin color
They a great
came
And lived a sinless life on our behalf
So that by faith we could be declared righteous
In Him
I can hear them makin' noise from a mile away, they
I was born in Kazakstan
My parents lived in Mazatlan
Raised up by a Tiddy Mon
Breast-fed by a Nun
Youth is always on the run
On my way to Oregon
the 12's
Where the 15's, she got a ass, I want it let's meet
Him on a plate, lookin' like steak, his homie a veggie
Drillin' like Popeye, beef cook like
on hiding just like E.T
Can't see me
Shadows standing up
So leave me
You don't need me
I'm fine by myself
If you tryna get some help
Don't hit me after 12
Lebanese vixen
Joumana, Joumana
Veggie magician
Joumana, Joumana
Lit up by setting sun
Joumana, Joumana
Come for a drink, just one
Joumana
Oh, Joumana
veggie
We can hit the bank when you’re ready
You can be the Ed, Edd to my Eddy
I can give you big plank if you lemme
Do me do me, show me how you move when
by the 9
Fuck the dumb shit, I run this, a whole life of crime
Ain't never had shit, but always had my pistol, bitch
187, don't make me whistle, bitch
soak up all the rays
I know we haven't seen each other in a while
Just thanking God that I'm not an only child
I need a hero, I'm not calling Seymour
on the allergy kids
Sure you might die from a veggie pad thai
But we can't do that barbeque place
It's been too hard to get what I need
And I don't just mean my
a Kegger I was coolin' with Webster,
Puffin' mella underneath an umbrella,
Surrounded by some imports and people drinking Stella
But what was in my hand did
conscious
Hahaha
That was your demon it just came awake
Talk to it slowly it doesn't get phased
Reading your reasons with no room to play
Eat on a veggie I
Live love live I can't feel ya
Them niggas trynna kick it but can't kick it like it fifa
And They was trynna see me but can't see me like John Cena
must be crazy, nigga
Onе song for my deluxe is all I need to do
These puppies barkin'
They done bit off more than they can chew
My album just dropped
I
killed
Flows I got a thousand more, yeah you can count for sure
I got homies that I'm vouching for, kick police out the crib
I need ice on my neck, cuz all
Chorus
I can do it by myself
I can do it.. Ion even need no help
I can do it by myself I can do it. Ion even need no help
Ion even need no help,
on the seven sea(l)s
Tell me who's that writin'
Tell me who's that writin'
John the revelator
Tell me who's that writin'
Call at him by his name
I been floatin'
here any minute
I need your help, Davey
I gotta to write this and I can't hold a pen
Johnny, they've found us! We gotta get out of here!
No! I
night when TEST STAND #1 and THE ROCKET SLED ITSELF... (We have ignition!)... got LUNCHED! I said LUNCHED! (Lunched!) By a FAMOUS MOUNTAIN-IN and his
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