Lyrics:
won't crucify the things you do
I won't cry for you see, when you're gone
I'll still be Bloody Mare
Lcve do you smell that?
It's poison : m YAAAAAH!
We
passionate point across
Like a hood cat clappin' his hands when he talkin'
Now that I got your attention, I feel I should really mention
Don't come around
coming off the fix, the sleeve tricks
Strike it up if judah sticks
The brass band, hold hands
Right across the new land
Have an accent pay your
Girl you might want to be careful 'cause I'll steal you from your mister
My legs are pretty fast but my bicycle is quicker
I have very few aspirations
they air Cass'
My passion grows
Sorry I gotta crash your goals
You a movie star? Well when they see the way
I cook him tonight
It'll be the last time
know no base
All gas, no brakes, make your bitch cash dates
I'm from Bompton, Balifornia, where them soul P shakes
And when the barrel's hit
tint (Lexington)
You get your shit splattered now they
All gon' be mad at son
When they see this fif after
Like Malcolm you'll get X'd
When I spray Tec's
I like your bother, I like your mother
I like you and you like me too
We'll get a preacher, I'll buy a ring
We'll hire a band with an accordion,
The only way to find this dusty track
Is to let me be your guide
When the dusty track ends the homestead begins
With two enormous gum trees standing side by
Hey so this Saturday my band's playing a set
The lineup's sick, I think it's gonna be really rad
We just finished a new EP, so we'll be playing some
thoughts are frail my strength is gone
Only shadows and misery now linger on.
Don't worry... I'll be your strength when you feel weak
I'll be your hope when
you want me to say?
I don't need you anyway
Cut the ties, won't be back, bitch
Don't tell me anything
Keep the notes in your bag that
I sent you every
trigger the transponder located under the skin
Of the deceased until it showed me a grin,
If that went over your head (huh)
Then I'll be more than
a true survivor
I'll pay to get you wet: scuba diver
You try to ride, you be in the ER but
Ain't call an Uber driver
The tool'll fire and lift him up
When
I could take another hit
There's a question in my head
And it always seems to say
Aren't you glad I got you
Just be glad I got you
Got a bottle by my
frozen by my Sheer Cold words, know that I wrote 'em
A medley of dead genes won't be besting me
I've checked your testing, the defect of an inept team
I like your mother
I like your brother
I like you
And you like me too
We'll get a preacher
I'll buy a ring
We'll hire a band
With an accordion
Reagan is dead now
Unfortunate for y'all, I was anointed to be
The one who possessed the blood of Musa and was appointed by me (ha)
And make a statue
I stay glad, solely cause they stay mad
Cause they can't do the stuff that me and Cam can
Man, when they in person they mouths stay shut just like
talking to one time
My forearm filled with powder from gunfire
Your homie dead That's part of it sometimes
Don't fake Ain't all of it sunshine
He took
How could i let go when i still hear your echo
Pain in my chest, but i still feel your breath, ho
Crying me to sleep, ill meet you in my dreams
Ill
your average psycho, I'll leave you bludgeoned
I pack a rifle listen up cousin I'll leave you stuffed in - a coffin
Cut up like diamonds, shut up when
to teach you all your life
The things to do when you are with your wife
Your wife should be quite glad
And proud of me
For waking both of you up to these
life went left when my dad buried
When your in pain I swear evil hear it
Sucking on my life force I was close to the edge
Glad I didn't jump no way back
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