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Bitch I'm stunting by the way that I flex I'm up next So you know that you last to the best Come round my squad then we end up wringing your neck
Even alive, even alive Hey, mother fucker are you even alive Even alive - yo Wet blankets, we're wringing you dry Wringing you dry so Fuck all you
fucking up a nigga day People put emotions all up in the way (Chorus) Who am I now Who on my time Who on my line Wringing my mind Wring It Wring It
and veins To numb the pain 400 years and we're still going insane They keep wringing and bringing and wringing us out They keep wringing and wringing
above Seeking your own satori Wringing the neck of brotherly love Pa-da, pa-pa-pa, pa-da Kissing the sky and heaven above Seeking your own satori
called to sell your borderline To go without They didn't say how everyone who's buying Is wringing out the stone Soaking in anodyne The river bends
when I was wringing her neck to call it my fingers did I make it my way? sit and distract trace it to trigger shadow in display it's an easy eye
never do no wrong Only there because others pulled her down Fingers twist beads wringing out the prayers From rosaries and metals that she Always
From four until late I was wringing my hands and crying. From four until late I was wringing my hands and crying. I believe to my soul That your
From four until late I was wringing my hands and crying. From four until late I was wringing my hands and crying. I believe to my soul that your
From four until late I was wringing my hands and crying From four until late I was wringing my hands and crying I believe to my soul that your
From four until late I was wringing my hands and crying. From four until late I was wringing my hands and crying. I believe to my soul That your
At the feet of the city Cause it's just way too big To have room for me I'm wringing my hands waiting for this winter to pass and the spring to finally come I
to a drain You were perfect till I realized You hadn't shown your face You sing a pretty song To drag my heart along A siren serenade You're wringing out your
love to give Still, I get crucified I’m so sorry For feeling guilty Wringing with my hands Clutching my own heart Till there’s blood on my fingers
your dad It’s 12:53 i’m wringing faster than your favorite rapper Gotta go up gotta run the charts make a nigga panic Running through goombas and turtles
I've got wringing hands and they're raw. A tanned leather red I never asked from the sun. Maybe it's a penance for the sins I've committed? Or maybe
peasants running for the door How the mighty have fallen Still you bark your commands But it’s over except for crying And the wringing of hands Now you’re
and louder I was always wringing Wringing myself out Always wringing myself out I was always The past collides Hated gold but gave in Can't forget how she wore
Film me crying Cut my hand... I had it planned At your command... February is my real name Emissary of a night thing... Centenary of the wringing
down You're bringing me down with all of the bitterness You freak out, you're wringing me out You're bringing me down with all of the bitter ends When
to find the when we're done That we weren't supposed to run And there's to many words going down They keep wringing 'gainst the walls with a hollow
that limit non-stop Wringing every last second out the clock Overtime But there's a train I need to catch There's a fire that needs a match There's
levelling i was wringing my hands and you were revelling but then why shouldn't you? it was such a beautiful thing to do would that i could get me
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