Lyrics:
khush hai apne kaam se
Bss bak bak krte rhte hain newspaper ko padh kr
Naa jeene dete ladki ko rehte hain uspe chadh kar
Agar awaaz uthai to thappad
people
Well, do you know where they all come from?
On the top of the world, the newspapers said
They saw two tourists jumping from LeBua Tower
She told him
missing some talking
And some infinitely interesting
Newspaper, that I'm reading
Honestly it just
Feels sad next to yours
Would you mind if hypothetically
Pick up the pieces and hold me tight, tonight
Is it karma or just another drama?
Newspapers or fish and chip favors?
Did you make it?
Or did you
Let's waste the day
I'll keep my hands on the steering wheel
And we can go for a ride
Let the kids play outside
I read the newspaper
And I read your
saviour
You're a newspaper money maker
Yeah, they like the way you shake her
As she screams atop her lungs
"You fucking disgrace!"
You inconsequential
you whether using accurate drives that white car or sitting on your own front porch reading the newspaper people knew where to find you right when it
bird need)
But you better be careful cuz the Polack's comin'
And he's liable to blow you away OH
Closet Billy
You know I read the newspapers a whole
to meet you
At the place where it started
But it's cool if you seek
Some other way around me
Reading newspapers today
Realising things I thought weren't
Trying and failing and trying again
Newspapers are piling up on the driveway
I think nobody's home
I guess they must have gone away
Nobody bothered
distant
Of the antichrist
I'm supposed to be Christian
Every day
I pray for who ain't with us
And them kids on the newspaper who done went missing
Rappers
Mind on wheels
Waiting at the station, newspaper on the lap
Hear the squealing train coming, and smell the iron from the wagons
Hear the noise
that)
I hit your rhyme book with the white out and erase your verses (unh)
Like it's straight up worthless newspaper bird shit (right)
If sleep is close
Hmmm
Huh
Hmmm
Huh
Hmmm
Huh
Hmmm
Huh
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Huh
I sound like old niggas taking shit while they reading the newspaper
Married to the money
And the stovetop on
Stack of newspapers
And an ashtray
Those dead echoes get lost in the ears
But the rhythm remains
While we burn beneath the same sun
One in
мир полный fallout, my friends were went out
And i read newspaper, my veins were like cloud
My family knows, that i don't have more doubt
This song have
occasion is somehow spoiled for us unless photographed
And to read about it the next day in the newspaper
Is oddly more fun for us than the original event
morning
The newspaper was saying
Food's killing brains
Stars getting slain
Coronavirus insane
They just keep on hating
We just on grinding
They just keep
a girl hears and feel like they just need to twerk
Look, consider this song as a rumour for a newspaper coverage
And make sure everybody gets The Message
good rest 뻗어
아무 생각없이 뻗어
뻗어 야 그냥 뻗어
헛소리가 반인
지루한 newspaper
내가 뱉은 말도
그렇지는 않을까
죽을듯 살지만
내 의식은 wake up
근데 나도 내 한계를
볼 때가 꽤 있어
if i go along it ain't for
on all in da newspaper
Lil bitch bad like da new Draya
Kno I had to flirt had to aye her
Caught her on her way to church say a few prayers
Same day before
ven gas
(No no quiero no quiero)
A darme las nue e vas
(Ya no)
Newspaper
Newspapers collected, friends of friends had a round
Burning stacks, crash mats, we'll burn this house to the ground
Another night wasted with embers
on the newspaper stand in the morning
You check the date, you check for your face
And you walk on, try not to look back
You can't help but wonder, years from now
Who
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