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a pocket-knife Then he'll run it through the tape Then he'll give it back and say to take it back From where it came So put a tent up! By the cemetery It's cold
Force" come to a firefight with a pocketknife Getting schooled until they shot Achilles' heel And brought down the beast!!! This was an accident waiting
on her mind But she could have been mine Yeah she could have been mine Wildlife fly high, get into the afterlife With this fucking pocketknife Trying
eyes crossed and lips sealed so this is living this is life it's a battle tank world against my pocketknife been twenty years and i just can't get
Show me the truth and the meaning of life Show me what gun can stop my fucking heart Buddy i carry with me pocketknife I have a homie n he is so
life Got my pretty girl she a good wife Hardest in the game till my afterlife Got so much money that's my pocketknife Living my life man I'm living my
Heard you ditched your muffled life For a muzzle of another kind Traded the darkness for the grey Tongues wag, & our wishes delayed c pocketknife
Heard you ditched your muffled life For a muzzle of another kind Traded the darkness for the grey Tongues wag, & our wishes delayed c pocketknife
that way my whole life Sweet as honeysuckle When you want a pocketknife And if you keep calm in my hurricane I might keep it at bay I know you'll
on the sand Tee or tank top, pocket fan No pocketknife, no handgun in sight Just that rat-tat-tat-tat-tat-ta-tat-tat, boom Haha, tonight, I might just boost
on the sand Tee or tank top, pocket fan No pocketknife, no handgun in sight Just that rat-tat-tat-tat-tat-ta-tat-tat, boom Haha, tonight, I might just boost
pocketknife and spill your antacid (ugh) Sprayed your motherfuckin' crib up when I ran past it Fucking felon, headed to hell in a handbasket Talkin' shit'll
pack My sunglasses, my hairspray My headphones (Them Beats by Dre) My notebook, my GoPro My vape pen, my crossbow My toothpick, my pocketknife Oh
Just a lil' old chainsaw I remember what you said that night That you would love me for the rest of your life We wrote forever with a pocketknife
Hey Valerie, baby, what's the matter with you? I did all of the things that you wanted me to I went downtown with my pocketknife Cut your other man
On a hill far away stands a tall, mighty tree Where a boy and girl used to take turns pushing the tire swing I remember the pocketknife in hand
a home for mayonnaise alone Watch a pocket-knife surgeon cut a cyst out in the kitchen It's the cousin to acutely removing his own stitches in a pinch
when you're buying ever Wonder where the money goes You buy your photocopy clothes Feel it like a body blow Pocketknife, jack-knife Peeping Tom, lady?
kick her down I bought this pocketknife for you, Don't you use it? I bought this ball and chain for you, Don't you wear it?
took a pocket-knife And carved out our names In the morning I am gonna Cut that tree down Gonna build a fire and Watch us go up in flames, ‘cause That’s
Scuff mark scars on the kitchen floor A decade of dancing dug into the boards Every scratch, part of the story it tells A pocketknife blade in my
back to the grave Very late that night Digs up the dog and skins it with His rusty pocketknife Stab into the rotting beast and strip it of its pelt
My friend, I hope she's not favoring a darker night All she got is a comb that looks like a pocketknife She's gold, she is my one and only I
Sunglasses on that would never come off Pocketknife in hand I could never be soft In the month of June I was attacked By three men who all looked like me No
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