Lyrics:
Sarah McLachlan
Got this little shop of horrors coming in, but there's no Audrey Two
Soon I'll be like Wreck-It-Ralph when I'm making my breakthrough
up makin' threats (yeah), start off paying homage (shot)
Caught for possession, I feel like Sarah McLachlan (brrah)
Bitch, drop your nuts, I'm tired
[performed by Sarah McLachlan]
Heaven bend to take my hand
And lead me through the fire
Be the long awaited answer
To a long and painful fight
Truth
and snitch
Ayo ASPCA, where Sarah McLachlan at?
These people putting their dogs to work, you can't be down with that!
They make 'em do their business in
the author's last name
(oh) Are you really looking for
Books just by Judy Bloom
Orare there any particular
I guess I'd be open for suggestions
Sarah do you have
the mainstream?
Meek Mill leans forward into the
Glow of his computer screen
His expression unreadable behind a
Pair of gold sunglasses
It's April, well after two
Sarah Pencil Farthing Vivian Streamroller Adams
Pie Biscuit Aftershave Gore Stringbottom Smith.
(Shot of twit in a sports car reversing into cut-out
[Intro: Sara + (Trackmasters)]
(It's on fire tonight) What we gonna do tonight
(It's on fire tonight) What we gettin into tonight
What we gonna do
Game would say
"Hi!"s name in that manner
Many years went by
Still no legitimate answer
Anyway, I put out a mixtape in 12th grade
Hub City threat, minor
Man, man, this sounds beautiful
It's like the first time Sarah Sydney caught my eye
Ayo, Price
What's up
We like Cus D'Amato and Tyson in they
For every hole I've punched in the wall
Every piece of paper crumpled as we've
Suffer in the bloodiest fall
For every pulsating ego blistered
Into
Portraits (Lyrics by Edward Lee Masters)
I - Sarah Brown
Maurice, weep not, I am not here under this pine tree.
The balmy air for spring whispers
Where the bitches at?
They stuck up on net
I Can't get into that
Twitter fingers fuck Nigga
I'm going back to back
Back to back back to back
If you
me being rude
Rapid-fire zoom pans of my balls can be seen bulging in my overalls
Zamboni my semen off a Shrek DVD, spin my dick like the hammer
Listen, Wiley
I told them youts I'm gone again
See the Devil ain't working
No more no more "vroom my long again"
And if I smell any fire in
Simply Occupation c Modern Day Method Of Colonisation
U Heard Of Peace Talks Cease Fires cn c Road Map To Peace
Harder To Follow Than Blind
Leading
much where we're going
Just a little bit of love to get us by
Goodbye, we're on our way
You and I, we got it made
Throw your gold into a wishing well
ARSONIST
Music and Lyrics written and composed by Sarah Aili & Steven Evanne Heinstein (All Rights Reserved. 2016)
Strike a match, made a flame,
But I'm sick enough to walk into an art gallery and piss on a Picasso
Crack statues, rub my balls on her face, shit on it, and throw it at you
So when
you feel this)
Feel this
Can you feel this?
Can you, can you feel this?
Riding by windows shakin' while I'm passin' by
Gotta big screen TV in
a flannel
Another cold run
Alternative camera
Meets a scold tongue
Conspiracy battlers theorised into ocean
Let's begin the motion grab my crow bar
And pry
Walking slow down the freeway
Sarah says that it's not much further
Kiss the sunlight on her face
Let's say goodbye to this old and broken
Town
advantage i got on all yall artists
Walking crooked i can hardly talk and look at the same time
I stage dive into the crowd spinning around
Fist hitting
finish the fight you began,
DAVID:
This time we are in it to stay,
SARAH:
Think about seizing the day,
JACK:
Think of that train as she rolls into old
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