Lyrics:
to come and get me
Come on
[Hilary:]
Tell me a story
[Lil' Romeo:]
Ok
You want to know
Check it out
Now santa
Called them by name
Dasher, dancer,
ARTHUR: Well, I AM king...
DENNIS: Oh king, eh, very nice. An' how'd you get that, eh? By
exploitin' the workers -- by 'angin' on to outdated
I’ve got Billy Flynn on my mind
Ive got Hilary’s sin on re Hilary’s sin on re Hilary’s sin on rewind
I’ve got Billy Flynn on my mind
I’ve got Jimeny
you're stalked by the hunter of the fronter,
Who's size five and sexy.
Quick, they catch your body and another one next week.
Huh it doesn't matter
Uh huh
See I was raised in the south by southwest
I ain't talking Austin
I make you Marvel at the flow Brie Larson
I'm 'bout that bank like Hilary
and when and where to follow
But if you are feeling sinister
Go off and see a minister
He'll try in vain to take away the pain of being a hopeless
the people listening at home
By the people watching on the telly
But if you are feeling sinister
Go off and see a minister
He'll try in vain to take away
will keep you in tune like the Beatles
Don't carry that peace just to prove that it peaceful
They hold me to teach you, Im destined to reach you
Fill up
of hell, jail, and crack sales
Though life is hard we carry on
Livin' in the projects
Broke with no lights on
And I done traveled the world
Wish you could
We brining the vibes, you looking a waste
You killing the vibes, fuck out of my face
Got nothing to hide, I carry my weight
If it's going down, I'm
of eyes
Piercing through the veil of this hell
You gon need more than some armor plates to counteract these shells
I ain't settling for jail
For Joe Biden
Piercing through the veil of this hell
You gon need more than some armor plates to counteract these shells
I ain't settling for jail
For Joe Biden and Hilary
evidence for
If these things are what you mean by God
Then I believe in God but I
Don't believe in a personal
God to whom I look for comfort or for a
Natural
Yes, he made the album of 2012
(Just ask him
He'll tell you) But that was just the
Second biggest moment of Frank Ocean's year
Here, while wearing
While my heart beats art and park on metronomes
Recognize
I hustle to eat
You scribble bars while I pen a couple hundred a week
I got a dark soul, tough
I do is ball
No, I don't 'member you, I don't intend to empty my memory bank
It's a million dollars in it, baby, Hilary Swank
Sittin' next
Just last week hit a dip
With plump ass cheeks
Creep dissing but you do not
Step upon the lad's sneaks
No refunds, nigga
You chose this stuff actually
See day by day pass by
Each week another try
Brushing off the way you feel
Haste off the what’s the deal
Won't you loose the anchor
And dance the night
He’ll carry your burden when it’s too much to bear
It’s down in the valley where He’ll give you strength
And there is nothing you have lost that He can’t
[Verse 1:]
Sometimes I feel like Lohan and Hilary Duff are the only ones with enough
To feel what I'm about to say in this song
When they want you
Its the addict trying to turn his life around
Its pickin' yourself up off the ground
When you've been knocked down
We carry on
When our lives come
home
Won't you carry me home
(like a truck, pick me up)
You ain't no lady but you've sure got taste in men
That head of yours has got you by time
back and pull strings
Yeah yeah
Used to have that fuckin' title by name
Yeah yeah now that's nothin' but some
Fire to my flame, Yeah yeah
You ain't
niggas high as hell
Monday to Sunday you week
Forty deep how we creep uh
We come form the street
When see that jeep you aint saved by the bell
Thats when
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