Lyrics:
Your scented tress makes the violet flower envious
When you laugh, the rose bud of your lips opens
O my rose, sweet of perfume,
don't break
bragging
So much money in my pocket
My pants might be saggy
My car might be tinted
My weed might be scented
My girl might be bow legged
Her friend might be
sweet-scented dreams
That will come true of us.
For presently and pleasantly
Our hearts will be in tune
So soon, maybe not tomorrow, but soon.
There's a time each year
That we always hold dear
Good old summertime
With the birds and the trees'es
And sweet scented breezes
Good old
There's a time each year
That we always hold dear
Good old summertime
With the birds and the trees'es
And sweet scented breezes
Good old
the kind of thing you only see
In scented, glossy magazines
And I can't remember life before her name
hours.
And sweep all the country clean
With pressed and scented wild-flowers.
They grow all their roses red,
And paint our skies blue
Drop one
From the battery to the gallery
It's the kind of thing you only see
In scented, glossy magazines
And I can't remember life before her name
the scented flowers
Inside a rain-drenched forest
But that was so long ago that I can scarcely feel
The way I felt before
And if time could heal
hand on the steering wheel
Rocks from the road dodging oncoming traffic
Manhandle rappers, dismantle rappers
Yeah lukewarm slash sweet-scented candle
scented breeze
Sometimes when the night birds are scolding the mist
I think I might know where Heaven is
It's just above the trees
High lonesome
labor is over,
To my sweet-scented lodgings I go,
Take the glass from the shelf
And look at myself,
I'm a gigolo.
I get stocks and bonds
From faded
the bomb
A nigga wanted more, I would only sit on the lawn
A nigga up next like Charlize scented colognes
I'm about to book a show at the Dimmsdale
[Chorus]
Yo yo yo
I'ma put it down so
Gucci gon' wake up sore
Ironic its gon' hurt
But when I'm gone
It'll make you want more
Scented aura
There's a time each year
That we always hold dear
Good old summertime
With the birds and the trees'es
And sweet scented breezes
Good old
Kilometers from nowhere on a scented avenue
Lined with poppy girls.
I didn't stop, stop to say hello.
Curious vendors - waving bric-a-brac
of the bath, the great ointment
One little frolic with new Zaz carbolic
You're scented, you'll be sent
(Che:)
Goodnight and thank you Senor Jabon
We are
make the session start fresh
Yes it's I grip tight the lemon scented mic device
these Typicaaal Cats will make the session start right
See I was born
Bluetooth headphones
Designer trainers
Lipstick
Mobile phone skins
Scented candles
Media streaming hub
Lace-covered dandies revel (with friends)
Pure as the truth, tied at both ends.
Well I'll go to the foot of our stairs.
Scented cathedral spire pointed
There's a time each year
That we always hold dear
Good old summertime
With the birds and the trees'es
And sweet scented breezes
Good old
hallway
My forte causes Caucasians to say, "He sounds demented"
Car weed scented
If I said it, I meant it
Bite my tongue for no one
Call me evil,
There's a time each year
That we always hold dear
Good old summertime
With the birds and the trees'es
And sweet scented breezes
Good old
Road
Into the Ever-passion Play.
And who comes here to wish me well?
A sweetly-scented angel fell.
She laid her head upon my disbelief
And bathed
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