Lyrics:
I want to fuck you to death
And from the womb to the tomb
Spray some perfume on your cocoon
Do shit, I'm on some ?? shit
Lay on the table nude, as I
[Mystikal]
Stop that dance, ohhh
Starting to make me feel like freaky Jason or Marilyn Manson
OK baby you better stop that
The dingaling I
And I get so much head up in H-Town nightclubs
I guess I can honestly say that life sucks
Crib was a mil, that's what it costed
My girl from London
The night we dance in the kitchen
I’m tell myself you’re a figment
I’m pretty sure that it's too good for truth,
Too good for truth
I’ve never had such
Betrayed moments of silence are broke
By a preying chorus of loss
As the ships sail out far from humbled shores
Now creeps a slender hand
Over all that we
compress the code of the manufactured crisis
Foretold by teen prophecy
First time I saw you
You were like an old friend
When the first ones come
We'll dance
the darkness peaks
Followed by some tree thats just my nightly niche
Never followed suite
I laid this verse just so my heart could beat
Machine please keep
we get rude
come meet zico for the night
come dance with me it's all cool
cuz you nice and that ain't hype
I'm just being cheeky
gyal get flustered
wrote soil living
I'm from the mud block nigga that's were I'm loved ftb with a villain twist from 56th
And we with the shits my star is shinning
Before the Vlone I was walking
'round with no friends
I'ma get that shit from yo bitch
To curl my toes in feel like Waka Flocka
Bitch did it with no hands
'll give you everything Come with me
We could give you a crown of wisdom, love I'll give you everything
Make you feel like a king Hold my heart, yeah
And I
Franklin and so many people that I forgot to say
From Brazil, my country
The one and only Tim Maia, Gerson King Combo
Dom Salvador e Abolição, Cassiano
Banda
us to sink
Blood spilled like ink
Blood on my ancestors spilled by the white settlers, but we the new trendsetters
Trandsending from a land
aggravating folks, immaginate it
Hope lacerated though at last we made it through fractures
And grave pits finding hobbys to escape in
Mr. Rock and Peewee Dance
Are we honestly programmed to hate one another?
Throw hands, bent arms, release fire on this cold land
New minds confined by old plans
No more
plead" I breathe
Hide fast your fierce maw
And stray far from me
Make haste my love
Says your voice in my ear
King of telling me things
That I don't want
But these pop songs won't commiserate
Atlantic stretched beneath your wings You fly to dance before the kings
Your breaking hearts and chasing dreams
know what I can do
I'll have you dancing everywhere under the sun."
That's when he laid it out to Huff
He said "I own a traveling circus
We go from town
L O V E R B O Y [Y] LoverBoy LoverBoy
What she call me all the time
Loverboy far from goofy bitch don't play me stupid
Got hit by cupid I think he
than its bite
All of the lines have been lies this far
There is a feeling I must keep from you
The hills of nomads, we envy their lives
A picture we
on the still.
The airship captains; we wait for sun to brush the hills.
Son, I share your windward dreams,
To soar from this little town of shacked up windows
more light left for the little ones
Here on the forest floor
Digging in the dirt
We sat and cheered as they marched by
We let these kings and tyrants
CANDYLAND
Ay, they call it CANDYLAND
Roses getting stomped for pennies, kush straight from Afghanistan
Catch 'em dropping Pasa-panties, rolling in a caravan
the nice one by the fire
And rest a while
It doesn't matter if your cup is full - just take a sip and sit with it
We don't fail anymore, we culturally reset
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