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I keep it 100, you keep it like 84 If you're hitting women, I hope you die broken poor We got the same bread, so what's with all the kneading dog We
it fakery I’ll do our bidding like a bakery after dough We kneading Stacks to the ceiling, oh We just needing The right place to be chilling It’s more
the paper I'm peacing fosho Trading me bread when I'm kneading the dough Been dedicated ain't leaving my post And I'll give them hell before I sell them my
man in town knows you’ve been kneading Fake walls of playdough You’re building and you’re building and you’re building Concrete monsters out of food
degraded to its face No more time to waste This is the end of the long tiring days Aliens in harmony Kneading at the the thought of being free Home far away
I thought she needed me I guess she don't need me no I don't know how I didn't know Said she want a guy with some money Now I'm just kneading dough,
you could say we were kneading daily And I need support from guys that'll say I don't care if it's rainy The skirting boards all broken here I'm frozen
the one time Later, I'd watch you and wonder what it was like How do you bear the full weight? How does the long way feel Kneading your hand too tight
still don't know what I want, just kneading Don't know what I want, just kneading Some days a "sound mind" sounds like high maintenance They'll fake
it’s really dope Kneading dough, up utop the stove, challah for the folks In the whip, never moving slow, I’m bout to hit the coast All my guys, always
gotta grip Grindin like tony push kick And I'm writing all this fire cause I got my bics I be on the go kneading all this dough If you bake with me
Feeling low Being so Girl you broke, me I'm leaving no Increasing flow That kneading dough I'm breathing slow Decreasing I tried to give you all my
I see you last night Oh Trilby De Foe I loved you before With a pocket full of pennies I saw you kneading his dough With eyes locked on you I seen
settle here among the straw Crawling through a tired sand Air bubbles when kneading bread Phone a friend for oxygen Present the conception Don the apron
Arrows in my back But I keep Kneading the dough Cuz I know my descendants gonna be needing papas dough Its that cash, that green, that guap, that
bags packed with Novocaine Kneading dough I got my homies outside saying "Girl What you trippin' for?" Homies outside saying "Girls What you trippin'
Then I'll squeeze your booty real hard like I'm kneading dough Pizza boy, I'm speeding for ya We can get married tonight if you really wanna Me in
what I have been reading His scalp needs kneading To stimulate each follicle And reverse this diabolical Condition that's afflicted he For years
Oh it's painful kneading Yes, I lie and I wrangle with prospective angles That glare me down and face me with all I do wrong Why do they all look like
cigarette I feel sick Now there are words in my head You took my house Burned it inside out Kneel in my ashes Kneading them There's one boy
And the string sobbed, as it cut through the hustling breeze And I watched how the water was kneading so neatly Gone treacly Nearly slowed to a stop in this
Heal her hands by kneading up the bread Cleaning off her fingers as she wept Lurk within her gleaming silhouette The seal in our wonder to ferment
with your soft, burning hands We fell asleep in the back of the warehouse I woke to you kneading and covering my mouth And like we were hummingbirds
the Pin of Quib Is granted eternal beauty I am tired of men Of kneading the knots from their bulbous backs and necks And rinsing their filmy water
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