Lyrics:
kick HIYA
2 2 3 Shells flying by ya
Cold world I stay wit that fire
True shit no liar
I'm the new Mixtape Messiah
I keep that heat by my side cause its
Throw Caution To The Wind
Wyatt Easterling and Thomas Anderson
July 30, 2019
How many times have we seen the sun go down?
The lights go on in
many haters be knocking at my door
One hater
Two hater
Three hater
Four
How many haters be knocking at my door
One hater
Two hater
Three hater
Four
How
you came to Losers
Instead of Red Door, yeah
I come in here when I'm chasing a buzz
Last place on earth I thought I'd fall in love
Between beer
Doug Fresh! (one, two, three, come on!)
Mirror mirror on the wall
Whose is the freshest of them all?
I love 'em all, but none of y'all
Is Doug E.,
Ay Gwen, can we turn this up or something
Thanks
(I'm just a loser)
Hope she remembers everything I say
Hope she remembers it, takes it to the grave
Kells, we not playing
Losers lose, so when we does what we do, we win
And win again, like deja vu
Then we win again, like M.J. do
Three-peat, then we
Doug Fresh! (one, two, three, come on!)
[Jay-Z]
Mirror mirror on the wall
Whose is the freshest of them all?
I love 'em all, but none of y'all
Is
Passport stamped up, she ain't got no more pages
Seats peanut butter and I put her on PJs
Found out she a freak and she down for the three-way (yeah)
the one who wants me to be an idiot
kill everything with Cililish '
anyday (anyday) × 3
by the way nikka please
everyone has enemies
(VERSE 2: TEEDO FRESH
the corner.
Close to the end, down by a river.
Seasons will pass you by.
I get up, I get down.
III. I Get Up, I Get Down
Anderson/Howe
In her white lace
You
to the losers who are hurt by luck
Give it to the losers who are hurt by luck
Henry, dear Henry and his afterglow, he told me things I did not know
He could see
turned and regarded the weather again, then decided on his Spanish guitar. He carefully put it in the case, walked out the door and headed for a quiet spot
A ring on every finger of her hand.
She lived down by the river
A flat the council give her,
Wallpaper very scenic
Her outlook very beatnik,
We
she got some loose lips
Play her like acoustic
Fly her like I'm toothless
Golden like a goose egg
Knock him out, then duces
My crew known to do shit
You
rather have a milk shake -- he keeps forcing down the beer
Just another folkie -- late in coming down the pike
Riding his guitar -- he left Kid brother
plunge, shipwrecked
Go get your homework done, down to the books you’re spine is not enough inflected
But oh, by the way, said my father before being
One, two, three, four
One, two, three, four
One, two, three, four
One, two, three, four
One, two, three, four
One, two, three, four
Ocean tides,
gonna send thee three by three
Three for the Hebrew children
Two for Paul and Silas
One for the little bitty baby
Born of the Virgin, Mary
Born,
where I send thee
How shall I send thee
I'm gonna send you four by four
Four for the four that stood at the door
Three for the hebrew children
Two for
the losers
Mad buddha abuser but they don't know about
Your stress-filled day
Baby on the way, mad bills to pay
That's why you drink Tanqueray
So you can
ain’t no EZ pass
Faster by the minute, I’m passing by the limit, but ain’t no way you’ll see me crash
I’ll treat y’all like bad drivers on the GSP
habit like Philip Hoffman will probably put me in a coffin
But down the slope in my toboggan
Three day delirium, gettin' weirder than Austin
Now it's
One, two, look at you
Three, four, she locked the door
I keep knockin' and knockin' and knockin' and knockin'
She was born in Paris
At the age of 21
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