Lyrics:
[Your Ex-Lover Is Dead by Stars]
(When there's nothing left to burn,
you have to set yourself on fire)
God that was strange to see you again
No we must see him.
Mandy: Go and praise someone else's brat, go on.
Wise Man 2: We were led by a star.
Mandy: Led by a bottle, more
Compton crip card kill each other
Faster than the opposite color
Niggas wack out everything, your dead homies
Your mother your new born brother
If God was
do it by myself, grrah, grrah, grrah
My tour route'll leave a lazy nigga dizzy
Got more tracks than when a hair salon is busy
Flow for days like
In the industry
I don't give a fuck what you did
This is my house
Take off your shoes when you walk in my crib
Niggas talk crazy to Hitman
And I'm
for your download link
I let Ja Rule when I murder ink
Murder pink, murder what you thought and what you think
This Queens prodigy is the product
Hey music lover
Hey music lover
Don't wanna be no social drag by playin guitar
Hey music lover
I just wanna sing to you
Cos playin' dead is hard
You my porn star
Soul ties we tied
Durag and Bonnet
Lovers bonding
Lovers bonded
Lovers
Durag and Bonnet
Lovers bonding
Lovers bonded
Lovers
Durag
true
The charade is through
And you can't seem to run away from you
Away from you
And the haggard ex-lover of a long-time loser
Stands
to you and yours
This is for the lover in you
The lover in you, babe, the lover in you
This is for the lover in you
The lover in you, babe,
as a lover, too harsh, I'd march, to embarrass her, and
Then move to another, that's not keeping your brother
I hear her laughing when my eyes shut, its
When I come back, that's it
You see a flash in the sky, it's that nigga, I
When I land, you wack niggas die
And your casket is your last hit
You wack
the table
Lover status is unstable
Your man's going undercover
So your ex might be my lover
It's dead, he's gone
But somehow keeps on going on
And faithful
All your exes
Can hit da highway from an exit
Yeah dey got da message by now
Brand new boyfriend right now
All of your ex exed out
You don’t have
your ex-mortem
Can you give me your moonlight
Do you like the moonlight
When you like the moonlight, it's fun or new, is it right
Do I get your mood
any words I lie
Look up and see the stars in a perfect line
That feelin' of love is a global sign
So tell me how you feel (how you feel)
Knowin' I
I'll turn up where your college or centre is
And send you six you dickhead
I've let so many violations slide G
Guys don't like me and now they wanna get
Flex on my ex wit my checks
Keep lurkin bitch you should
Flex on my ex no stress
Keep lurkin bitch Im good
Stalking ass bitch with a dead end job
a letter 2 my ex
Don't Skype me don't Kik me I dun moved on strictly, you
Turned into a mystery now what we had is history
I came and picked you and yo
Scotty’s on your Facebook stalking that ass
He is dangerous
GIRL: “Oh my god!”
He is fucking obsessed
In all honesty you got one hell of an ex
time that I decide to wait around for you
You are tired of waiting around for me
Is it too late
Are we star-crossed lovers
Star-crossed lovers babe
Is
Someone said romance is dead
But I'm afraid that I don't agree
If you've a heart of lead
And a hole in your head
You're so blind that you can't
a lover
Feel it in your liver fight a homeless man is operating on ya
Your mind's fucked smoking trees
Principal said you got your degree from Chat GPT
for so much?
And what I've been given, I'm not sure yet
I may never know that either until I'm dead
For now though, what I do know
Is although I
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