Lyrics:
the word
Psychological
You may freeze
You may fear
You may wince
And not hear
You can sick at the heart
When I say
"God is one"
Does God
wimp winces we'll win this war
Show me some gore
Man I'm so hardcore
But it doesn't feel good unless I've felt it before
Nothing feels good unless
arise, the monuments fall, we cannot halt
Wishful pleads at last came true, some always knew
The clouds burn - or is it fire? The gods wince
Human
to goes a faces
Theres a way you all arrive
At a place wher you've combined
Every moment that winces make you feel right
A days a low you'll be low being
on your family, nigga, wince about
I got choppers on deck, like one of y'all grannies just took her dentures out
I'm a slave to my hooligan ways
You
kids zeroed in I'd wince
I haven't let my mother buy me bootleg since
(cuz' it was)
1985 got red top live and it was
ten to the decibel, my lifelong
Archaic Discussion
Gourmalic repulsion
Tremendous reaction
Abhorrent transaction
Starve
Furry
Wince
Bile!
Breathe
Rotten!
Bitch
Recoil
was struck by reality when the two girls screamed
I saw his killer stand up put the gun in his jeans
Saw him wince from the pain as the heat burned his
with my work face
Wince at my time card 'cause I'm scarred
Mad 'cause I sacrifice my day and gets me
A trifling hourly wage of six fifty, nifty
Now
Your eyes in pain
I know what it's like
When memories make you wince
And love letters read like obituaries
And photo albums
Are the books
to the lame, He gives their limps
Jesus gives to the prostitutes, their pimps
Jesus gives, gives us the crack head's crying wince
Jesus gives, He gives
weaker being must receive
Pain
As you wince at the action of my sadist ways and cry at the throes of your
Moribund state
A Daemon issues your last
fingernails are diamond white
She winces at the passing of a careless thought
Of butchered bodies in the morgue
And then she shakes her hair across her
Motherfucker, tit, cocksucker
Shit, piss, fuck, cunt
Start to talk
Foot in mouth
Conversation going south
People wince
At what is said
Out come words like
the pallet moon
Praise the night, and praise the night
The only time I feel alright
Under the sun gods stare, I wince and blossom hives
Counting
if I've taken any Es,
So I can get some sleep,
Nap on the settee, the laptop next to me
Wince for my family at the skinner scandal of the week
TV
who goes by the name
She's been weeping for, turn her over
Easy in easy out we've nearly got this situation
Stabilized, just some winces
behind
Take it out and let it slide right in
Yeah I love the wince when I lick your clit
Love to tease you with just the tip
Slow strokes watch that pussy
Back in the first summertime that we started hanging around
We started hanging around
When we had our house we'd wince every time it rained
And watch how
done?
Living in reverse I grimace and I wince
Homegirl get over yourself
Let it go and let it be well
Let it go, let it go, let it go
Let it out, let
jean
Tipo tenho Pemba
Mas só estou com os meus
Fico tipo tenho Pemba, medo de errar com os meus niggas, ""wince i come"" trabalho feito!
Então banzela No
with my legs in a cramp
Wince and plug my guitar into the amp
And sing
(DweeDooDweeDooDoo)
Don't just keep getting through
You should be smiling too
Aint
wince your face whenever you hear the dope shit
Ooh! orbit 'round everything but horseshit
And they ain't even let me out the fucking gutter yet
Pardon me
gonna wince
If life is gonna try and fuck me
Let me at least get my free lunch first
Things are starting to get ugly
Pray I don't end up in a hearse
I'm
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