Lyrics:
fucked anybody i wanted to.
I was, however, gang raped by a blues band in an old
school bus. That was pretty
horrible. There were only three of them.
I
Intrigued by a man, dressed in black
I always wanted to look like that
He's flashing a fringe on a vintage western shirt
It's an iconic look I could
Foundation build on another and you's a goner holmes
She' built on em, supported by him
Conformed to him, now she's a body of bodies who transform through
'bout you and yours 'cause I'ma die for mine
Blue hunnids in the pink Birkin (Birkin)
Swipin' with no limit like I'm big pursin' (yeah)
They say I be
till we die and we on a mission
Tell me what to do i refuse
Just watch the way I move
No L's in my name cause I don't
(Ha) Black boy (Got the world in my
ol' boy just don't fit
Well I can jump in a rosebush and come out smelling like sh
Those misters dressed in blue never done so right by me
Some
What a beautiful sight
Gone like the wind
Gone without sin
Today's the day I escape
Dressed all in black
Never looking back
I got by with a knee on my
want to turn into a poltergeist
Be a ghost at night full of broken dreams
Mama cryin' at a open casket
Cold as ice in a suit, three piece
All dressed
haven't started yet
A sketch is incomplete without you
Foundations stabilised by dreaming of your bright blue eyes
And nothing else could comprise my view
just to get to you
But I'm surrounded by midnight singing these two white boy blues
I said you must leave take your mirror and your straw
If you're
a black nigga killa--that's what you can label me. Unfadable, see? You don't really want to
fuck with us. You can't touch us. You ain't able. Rest in
back
Driving round the city in my car that is black
All my crew in the car with me they all dressed up in black
We also have this kitty that happens
myself, dressed in all black
I'll just party by myself
A love like poison, makes it that much sweeter
The angel in my bed is not the demon in my bed
treat us like opps to leave us dead in a box
Nobody love us but the hopeless, so we misunderstood
They feel like black lives don't matter, we just
Moore lurking around
Properly dressed in face shield and blue gloves
Taking notes in the passenger's seat of an old nude ambulance
(Alô, câmbio)
Real
at the door
I was standing with a bottle of red wine
Ready to pour
Dressed in long black satin and lace to the floor
So he went in
Then we sat down start
the black, hearing nothing back
But is something staring through?
I'm a broken man, you can see the cracks
Crushed by a new kind of blue
I've walked and walked
you
You'd find her if you just knew how
But honey, everyone in the whole wide world
Is probably asleep by now
And they're dreaming of
Black
Beat him black and blue, then stick your knife into him too
Oh where, oh where, oh where, oh where is he?
Where is he, oh, bring him to me
Come on,
It backfires on me
I beat me black and blue and yellow (x2)
At the end of the race, I’m all by myself
Can’t rely on anyone else
In my eyes, nobody
beneath a flowing beard.
In times of deepest darkness, I've seen him dressed in black.
Now my tapestry's unraveling; he's come to take me back.
He's come
I got a twenty sider on call
dressed up and ready to roll
I got the real world blinded
dressed up and ready to roll
Midnight, torchlight down in
I'm just a pumpkin
Sitting in this pumpkin patch
The sky is black and the clouds are purple and blue
What do I do when the harvesters arrive?
I know
Bad Boys
Bad Boys
In the mix
My love
Now you’re lying lonesome
With visions of blue
Vision in you
Again you let your heart go
And when ever you do
It’s
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