Lyrics:
Miss me with that bullshit (bullshit)
You ain't really wild, you a tourist (a tourist)
I be blackin' out with the purist (the purist)
I made
Miss me with that bullshit (bullshit)
You ain't really wild, you a tourist (a tourist)
I be blackin' out with the purist (the purist)
I made
""If murder is the purist's drug And the needle is the new black Take your steps carefully Slip into the grey The learning is still incompleted No
purists I torture newbies fuck my lyrics (With my dick)
I mutilate purists I torture newbies fuck my lyrics (With my dick)
I mutilate purists I torture
ain't really wild, you a tourist (a tourist)
I be blackin' out with the purist (the purist)
I made a hundred thou' then I freaked it (I freaked it)
I
many, many lives
Been a wife, a child, a beauty, a beast
Sinned every sin, given and taken the purist love
Been a wife, a child, a beauty, a beast
Sinned
Purist-realist manipulates
Purist-realist segregates
Purist-realist - on their own terms
Purist-realist, you never learn
Inner loathing,
Miss me with that bullshit (Bullshit)
You ain't really wild, you a tourist
(A tourist)
I be blackin' out with the purist
(The purist)
I made
It's the conformist
Takin' the firm fist
Of the idealist
Taken the shitlist.
And now, the purist stays the purist
Till the shit hits the fan
The good, the evil
The simple, the broken
The loved, the hopeless
The weakest, The killers
The beggars, The stealers
The losers, the winners
The purists
Tourist
Your purist
Your florist
Your favorite bouquet
I'll just get used to the days
You say cause you're used to the way
Your father puts you in your
the fishermen and the tourist
The locals and the purist
It's a Key West point of view and it's smiling on you
If you ever get a notion to come this far
You can
Broadway Boulevard
A 21 foot doobie 'tween the gills
While the purists wave their hands in awe
Manhattan tourists live it up and y'all be
Taking selfies
Perfectionist or purist, perfect is often diluted
Delusional, confusing, too easy for me to ruin
But if I could be me tho, feel and follow through
Your purist love held no disdain
Weathered signs did not grow old
And you, my love, have not gone cold
When I rushed through your trees
You felt my
You're invited
To join our family
We are family of purists
A family of the innocent
We are the disciples
Of our lord and savior
I will drink your
align, every moment in sequence?
Did you cast me out, just to reel me in?
Cause the deepest cut, leaves the purist skin.
I'd love to think we all collide
many times do I have to tell You music purists I have no Friends
You still acting up
Running around here like an old Guitar string about to get plucked
intentions be honest
Sach ki naa baatein vivaadit
Vivaadit yeh chuppi ke saadhak
Ascension devoid of deception
A purist convention
Not a purist for mentions
think I'm a gimmick, I'm a hack, you know, I'm a gimmick comic
And they're such comedy purists, they don't think my comedy can stand on it's own.
But
over southern beats to please a purist
Are you serious
I know Trinidad James scarred you for life
If you’re a purist but don’t tell me how to flip bars
surf rock purists who put me through hell
They try to gaslight me so that I've got no self worth
Because I added vocals
Trap beats
And called it surf
Purist, freshest
You’re binded to a saw
Exterminating masses
Selling bodies to war
Fear the future
Pick at the scabs of the past
Pray for mercy
help em out
If they really lost they're route
So know the purist's got the tears
Of a crocodile
The ones that could'nt move before are rocking out
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