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own
No matter the time zone
Too wild to calm down
Fuck you and your friends
I dont watch the throne
Yeah, im too grown 
This shit off the top now
They

wild oats until I'm twenty-two and then I'll stay clean
But He had another plan, I heard his voice calling me when I was eighteen
I can't explain it

looking tacky
But giving no fucks like chastity
We making sure the club at capacity
With a rich girl sowing wild oats in the hall
A Bardi Boncert, open bar

Came back to the P…way
Graduated early
Never stayed in one place to long
Every location always got a new song
Wilds oats never fully grew in
In

belong.
Pubs and clubs flash by, 
I'm speeding to my plane 
Crazy nights I won’t forget 
Sowed my wild oats 
'til the glitter lost its shine 
Simple

straight up next to the cask
I let my flows go down my throat
Until those oats come rock my boat
Touch the clock for the float
I only drown for the coast
I

I've been around, I played the fool
Done my share of breaking hearts and I've broken every rule
Despite your love, I had wild oats left to sow
I

under the covers tell her Mother 
She's home 
She's still got some wild oats left to sow 
Babe it's so true 
No one disappears like you

wild oats
You'd like to grow and sow and throw away

Well I float between the ocean and the sky
Could it be I have a notion to ask why
Could you feel

might not know
Bless me with a chick that hatch real slow
One wey be home grown, no wild ass hoes
Father amputate dema plots to the bone
So say dema plans

the dirty 
That's how we roll
When we mobbin in the middle
That's how we roll
When we creepin in the east
That's how we roll
When we wild'n in the West

were
Plums and spoons and balls and wild oats
Filthy hands are all around our throats

And all that shatters is ours
And all that glows, you get to keep

Seven deadly sins they say
Here's a place to knock them out
All in a single day
One more beer for the road
A few more bad decisions until
Every wild

ain't fuckin with no fake ass hoe
She a real queen bee
That's my lil honey bunches of oats
Keep me standing on leg number three
We been goin and goin

Sowing my wild oats, I
Fold to convention, I
Take this chick to the UFC
Hope to fuck, she will fuck me
Pouts through her slap to my chin
Pouts

home
Unstitching the seams of my wild oats
Been lighting fires ever since just to see what would burn

Everyday's a new day to turn a tired aging engine

Whatever You Want

Flipmode Squad

The Professional

1998

of money, spend it how you want
We always got the new, always coming through
Buck wild, do whatever that why'all want to do

Wiggle how you want, shake it

to space
And I ain't never coming home

I'm gonna howl
Howl at the moon (from space)

I was a pink tornado
Laying waste in my path
Sewing wild oats

long
It'll be getting cold
Now the wild wolves gone
Interrupted dreams with heavy hearts
Glad the mag drops got there money's worth
Let it burn till it's

down. Get Wild! Wipe me down
I'm on-on the ground. Break-break-breaking down
Just call me Turbo; I'm looking for my Special K
Or "Searching for

throttle
When I
When I
When I get high touch the moon
With the crew, I'm with the goons
And I
And I
I go wild like a zoo
Yeah you know just how I do
Making

love the way you smile
Chikondi kuchita kubhebha
Patience got you looking
Fine no ruler can measure
Never sow my wild oats
For temporary pleasure
I'ma

takes me home

Everybody gets to sow a few wild oats
While I never sowed none
And I'll be damned if the thought doesn't haunt me
Then I shoulda had more

This killing field is all grown over
The motherfucker wants it wild
Go sow your oats in alphabetical order
The anti-antagonist is back in style
(Myopic)