Lyrics:
of a narcissist and lost herself for a guy
Why do you only love her when it suits you cos thats something she got used to
She don't wanna say the wrong thing
Let me tell you about my mountain home
Where all the ladies names are Joan
Where husband works back late at night
Hopes are up for trousers down
young Henry took the throne, Margaret, his consort
Then, Richard's Berengaria, recognized by the court
Isabella, in 1200 became Queen under John
Eleanor
I laid awake to paintings of Joan Miró
Lucid as the shapes beside me seemed
Packed my mind for an odyssey to Norfolk
Lost the route, already hit
headed, but I'm happy where I'm going
Cut off some people to get where I'm at Claiming you love me, but we never met
I shoot my shot, it was nothing but
but it ain't Balenciaga
Prolly FTP or G59 or something by Ariaga (yeah, yeah)
Bought some Prada boots just to curb stomp me a pussy (fuck you, pussy)
(Ay Zuma you taking off)
I'm like bitch damn I can't talk no
Almost lost myself by fucking with these lost hoes
She been on my cell just talking bout
Oh hello (hi)
You say goodbye (bye)
Paul McCartney, Yoko Ono by my side (yea)
Now it's Lennon on the mic
That's my vibe, I'm his scribe
Spreadin'
stuck I ink it up
Yeah lemme tell you about this sexy thing
Kind of a conduit to my mind - it's like she knows everything
Hold her tight in this hand
the world's collide
The story is ending
Would you remember Joan of Arc was her flesh yet unlicked by flame
Will you remember how the waves crash
and getting cash, they on Reddit
(frrbeep) i got a bitch who got a man
I might drive her car
He be ridin' round playing me
Singing bar-by bar (you a fan)
And I
WRITTEN BY KEVIN BACON
Sitting in this trailer park tonight
Still basking in the memory of that glorious fight
It hit me when she stepped into
of the righteous to be lost
They said, By Allah
Indeed Allah has preferred you above us, and we have certainly been sinners
He said, There is no blame on you this
Jane, send her away, catch a flight
Can't hate if she choose, it's only right
I mean, can you blame me, nigga
Not my fault, I ain't the same as niggas
By
You Can Tell I Been cround Thangs
It cin't Hard To Tell, I'm The New Joan Mitchell
Surrounded By Warhols My Whole Team Ball Hard (My Whole Team Win)
I'm
Why all the distance in existence
Join the resistance
Come on, let's start by talking tactics
With pepper-pots and matchsticks
Here's how we
I was a lost boy
I was a lost boy in my room
Out of the contents
Out of the contents in my room
You're all alone
Does she love you, you
that I will never fly
And when I fall out of the sky
Who'll be standing by
Will you be standing by
She keeps her hair simple and plain
She never
And I lost her hesitating by temptation lest it runs
But she don't holler me but I'm not there, I'm gone
Now I'll cry tonight like I cried the night
heroes
A family of sons
The brightest and the boldest
Were sacrificed by guns
A lake of tears beneath us
Afraid to stand alone. Oh you know that
History
a nigga like she Joan of arc uh
(Hotyce)
Going in full time no matter the outcome
Ain't no outdoing what I outdone
I will never allow them
Don't even know
Wit' rent still?
A bitch won't make it past first
Base if I curve her
Unless she got Angels In The In Field
I keep a 40 below, a 45
You add the wind
don't even like to stunt
But yo bitch is on my back
Bitch I feel like playboi carti and I got my fuckin slats
Bad bitch bad bitch yea you know she throw
whose to care
And I go by the Lord, anywhere she's on my way
But I don't belong there
No, I don't belong to her, I don't belong to [Incomprehensible]
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