Lyrics:
you
Changing emotions
Dancing in slow motion
There’s no love potion
Made for us
In today’s news
They did a whole report just about you
But in today’s
the time
Report to hq we find
Your bullshit all be defined
And I that you were never ever with me
Fucking on yo bitch aye she like me
Feeling like i'm
Gangsta until you get caught
Now you up in court
Taking stands
Giving reports
Gangster until I punch you dead in your Mouth
Now you running
ਆਖਦਾ ਮੈਂ love you lot ਐ
ਨੀ dollar ਤਾਂ ਬੋਹਤ ਐ ਨੀ time ਥੋਡਾ short ਐ
ਨੀ ਗੋਲੀ ਸਾਡੇ ਹਿੱਕ ਵਿਚ ਵਜਨੇ ਦਾ doubt ਐ
Delhi ਤਕ ਪੋਂਚ ਗਈ ਨੀ ਜੱਟ ਦੀ report ਐ ਨੀ
ਆਸੇ ਪਾਸੇ
some D's, no report card
Catching Z's on a Goyard bag my bitch got for herself
I'm just tryna feel how I first felt
This that new bae, this that spring
a friendly person
You enjoy your job very much
You do not question authority
You report to work on time
You always adhere to the KGB dress code
You do not
Will's wacky weather report
His jokes will surely make you snort
His stature may be a little short
But at least he's got a witty retort
Please
if it would happened to me
What if it was me being harassed
This ain't news but these bullies advanced
I know you expect me to report and defend
Yeahhh
Bossmove
I do not talk to you
I talk to the one in charge
One you go report to
This is called a Bossmove
I move like them boss do
Making my
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read the report, Chris, but yes, she's alive
CHRIS
you don't know, John, these nightmares, the things that I've seen
I have seen her face burned, seen
regret"
Oh, life is so short
Never got to finish that last report
He goes along
Laughs at jokes in the back room with the boys
He knows better
So he
Ay let me talk my shit
Ya
Eskimo Slop in dis muhfucka
Leggo Leggo
Ay
Step in da club change the weather report
You ain’t smoking no loud you ain’t
This one's looking naughty
She's dressed real sporty
Take my snap and come call me
I'll be there at Eight Forty
Your man tried to report me
He
Whatsoever things are pure
Whatsoever thing are kind
And of good report
If there be any virtue
And, If there be any praise
Would you think of these things
many times did you say you were wasted
When you wasted all my time
Take me back into the days of the hollow
I'm not writing a new report
How many times
This one's looking naughty
She's dressed real sporty
Take my snap and come call me
I'll be there at Eight Forty
Your man tried to report me
He
just go witness
Report my crime
Report my crime, report my crime
Let it be known, I'm the greatest alive
Oh yeah we drivin' it
Straight drivin' it
Oh
a report
And those victims received harsher discharges
With 24% separated under less than fully honorable conditions
Compared to 15% of all service members
yeah holding it
So many wrongs in the states you might never get to see on the news yeah
Call me sub the journalist but you'll never see me report shit
a difference
But our difference never clear
I know
That I may not fit the part
But I still had
A's on my report card
I know
That your way contains no flaws
I was thinking clearly, the plan was all laid down
But I want it now
Yeah, I want it now
You do it, I'll report it
You say it, I'll distort it
You
Clouds are missing from the sky
Air is calm, the sun is high
Smooth air can be found around
No contrary reports are found
Pressure on the rise
There
space suit and a jolly laugh he roams the galaxy
Bringing space nog and missile toe and don't forget the holly
Space Santa here we go
Venus reports they
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