Lyrics:
got a playlist on. That D-plan song about how he crossed a country, crashed a party just to see someone, and he’d still rather live in his world alone.
is lost, Lady Di's returned to stardust
He listens to the tragic news, followed by the Top 10 tunes
All, all
We have left
All, all
We have left
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Just sippin' by the water in some sunshine
I could use a little bit of sunshine
There's a little cafe on a beach in
The next station is... North Greenwich. Exit here for the Emirates airline, and the O2
(I'm cryin' inside a song)
Yesssss... (I'm silent all the way)
a living singing country songs
When it all hits the fan and the well runs dry
I might break down and get a nine to five
You might say that I'm wasting my
I'm lying
But, wouldn't it be great
If our women carried guns
Given our country, and its state
I'm not inciting violence
I'm surprised by the silence
These boys ain't fresh like me, boy
You niggas need a stylist
Gucci, VLONE, I put that shit on, yeah
Chrome Hearts, Bottega, I put it on, yeah
on the right track
Now where do we go from here?
Sick and tored of worthless statements
Pissed off with the same old songs
You stuff your moral rule book
to guide him in his sleigh
I attended Christmas service at a little church in the country not long ago
A prayer was led by an old country preacher who then
my prince to grant all my wishes
Just another lonely country-boy grown weary of the night
Just another boy with a sink full of dirty dishes
Where
30 frat boys walk in collars popped
40 bangers walk in the collars drop
they stomped, its a romp
they about to call in the cops
then i come
about the girl Mantra left behind
Hes not certain now where she lived, and it looked just like hell
I look out in the crowd, and a boy is standing out in
the highest
Metaphorical
Office
Grab em by the pussy
Lowest orifice
Selfish chic
Cheeto river guy makes his choice
Amazed he didn't blow up your boys
I'm not
Remember we danced to rock and roll music played with the lights real low?
It was a hot summer night out in the country at your uncle’s bungalow.
my country ain't nothing without me so boy better know me that's vital
U know that it's final
Yea I'm a hustler
And I'll never let em get to me
Always
you bust in yo dome
Must be a fan of a nigga if you hate on my song
A couple grand on my image, and I do blow the strong
I was adopted by the block
them to kill us and put us in jails
Alton Sterlings are happening every day in this country and around the world
The scary part, boys and girls, is
Lookin' for me?
Konnichiwa
Lookin' for me?
Konnichiwa
Lookin' for me?
Konnichiwa
Konnichiwa
By now you should know I hate waitin'
I got no
This is not a song
This is not even a fucking warning
I'm coming for all of you motherfuckers
And if you diss me, I'm coming to your front door
me
Sometimes I just wanna know ooh oh
Why my life is so hard o
Sometimes I wanna know
Why my country so hard oh oh
My leaders still the deprived our
As soon as we born we was dying
But when I die I'll be flying
Way up in the sky and just know that ya boy will be smiling
Most of y'all know what I'm
a hooley
Sure the news soon got about
And you may be a stranger
If you're passing by he'll shout
Come into the parlour boy
And make yourself at home
Come
This is the end this is the final song
It's me and Bryon because them others couldn't come along
I almost took my own life back in January
of ya stay pissed
Get over it
Life is shit
Worse things than this
Shitty world
Old man raping little girls
Fuck the world
Countries being bombed
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