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somebody woulda told me
It's been a whole year and a couple months
It takes 18 months... to get over love
I'm nearly there but it feels like a fucking

Happy holidays
Let me come here and talk to you
I gotta stop sayin' I'm not doin' this shit no more knowin' I'm cappin'
(Great John on the beat by

hurts, I'm glad
I'm glad
I'm glad that you had someone to take on the role that was taken from me
All I want is for you to be happy
And if this song makes

a knife
Canít hide the pain itís all there in your eyes

Push down ?? run away to escape
Getting high to just relate other peopleís states of mind
So happy

of creators 
What makes us lesser than portrait painters
While comin up wit quotes and pouring soul 
Through the moments we gotta cope 
To Reach somebody who

with a bow tied up on top

Somebody must've dropped it, they didn't need it anyway
It wouldn't have made you happy, it wouldn't have made you stay 
So I

I gotta go, gotta go hard
I'm lying if I said I'm far in this game
I don't got bars, not good enough to make it far
I used to think, They want me

make this work (yeah)
Now my friends are tellin' me to set free (set free)
The stories that we made were good (too good)
But we'll never have a happy

Make so little wanna work OT, oh please, oh me
And now you're mine
So happy you're happy, and so am I
But I just want you to know that music comes first

ain't too much that Marv can't do
Make way for royalty
Happy Bar Exam 2

[Royce Da 5'9"]
You welcome
Bubble like Seltzer
Bubble lights do a double life

truth gone be revealed
I put my heart in every lyric just 2 get u thrilled
I wanna c ur pretty smile dont think im joking still
If u aint happy I aint

i don't who gonna fuck with me nobody
I need to write my lyrics and i need to make my beats not my tweets
And i need to grab that book and fucking

started up
He's a renegade, featherweight, call the demon, let him play
Burn, take the door off the bitch, like I'm never 'fraid

Somebody bring me

happy
I hope they make up for the things I was lacking
My back is against the wall
Ain't no way I can't look tacky
Still in love with my high school

an R6 and a motorbike jacket to
Make sure I minimise any injuries
Yo, come follow me
I make money but I don’t work in the mint
Brown, purple, pink
'Cause

Not all fairytales are happy when they end 
Not all sermons give forgiveness for your debt 
How come all these little lies I tell myself just ain't

Bobby Turner
All Vocals
Keyboards
Bass
Drums
Sax

Lyrics

I, I'm I'm so in love with you
Whatever you want to do
Is all right with me
'Cause you make

side when I take over a nation
I wanna know what its like to have a first date
I want someone thats there for me on my worst day
I jus want somebody that

When you outta money
It ain't no biggie
Every hoe's got a lot of money
And as far it goes I am composed and Happy without the money
Now one two three

not the one that hating and judging the miserble f*cktard I have lard but doesn't make me ugly like 

Those hidng sweaty bullock brains when they in

they see that I'm doing great
Now they wanna get in my face
But I'm
Not tryna make a mistake
Just know you got to
Move on, move on
Move on, move on
Ooo

heart I tried
But somebody lied
Maye it's tv programs will they ever show man
Life ain't how it's described
Every other year since I hit year

this record to somebody who can sew the seeds
This how the Mona Lisa sounds when I close my eyes
Have me comedised till my body solarise
Every moment in

to orphans
Papa G calling me often make sure I'm totally sorted
Been through the storm and the torture
Missing our sons and our daughters
Right now completely