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Giuseppe Your bum ass rocks sketcher shape-ups Might argue with a bitch But we gon fuck N we gon make up Early worm gets the bird I don't sleep So I can't
in the pit all weekendSo my heart is quiet for the drive(Hey dude, can I bum a ride?)And I miss feeling normalAnd I miss feeling radThough I hate
bitch a bum Plus that hoe Faker than a paper plate On here got me venting Speak my mind and here's the safest place Fuck shit I tell her eat this dick You
Sitting in my car, been driving through the alleys in the night, in the night, ive been running outta time, being chased by the demons all behind me,
only me, I'm irreplaceable Bitch, you can't make a clone Surrounded by wannabes, bums Honestly, it is just average joes (joes, joes, joes, joes) I might
Replaced by a beach bum dream, come what may Coffee and sunshine, my perfect kind of day Feeling alive in every single way With a java in my hand
like, oh, yeah, yeah I'd rather get popped than get showed up by a lame nigga You a bum talkin' bout some pape, you a damn fibber Every time I wake up,
gotowaniu ubrudzony garnek, Woda ze zmywaczka, brązowa jak karmel One guy, one szmata one apartment Bum Bye Bye, szmatą inna di backhead Strasznie nie lubię
whacked Go get a gat, get back I'm showin' love to my slatts We having fun, and we not doing bad You is a bum and you make me laugh Arch it up, baby know
you're drunk Guess it's part of having fun I copped you Prada just for fun You know you ain't fuckin with no bum If I got it, know I gotta give you some (I
Well, either you're closing your eyes To a situation you do not wish to acknowledge Or you are not aware of the caliber of disaster Indicated by
It all seems so strange The mutes the bums The dogs with mange, the poor, Doesn't anybody help themselves anymore I guess not Barefoot pregnant women
Hey you bum, yeah, you, move over Get your ass off that Range over That attitude toward the homeless is exactly what Maureen is protesting
a tower to bum Torch, a flaming brand, a pyre blazing scourge Heretics Clad in flames die in silence It is no doubt the right way The perfect way to go
It all seems so strange The mutes the bums The dogs with mange, the poor, Doesn't anybody help themselves anymore I guess not Barefoot pregnant
It's lonesome away, from your kindred and all By the campfire at night, where the wild dingoes call But there's nothing so lonesome, so morbid
screwing up Torment me with lies in front of my friends Call me a fucking bum like I'm a con man Call me a fucking jerk like I'm a rapist Call me
for this fate's in The element of fine print I've read it and overseen By judgmental pompous ass phonetics, the critic I'm still the rapper for
there's this friend of mine -- he's always by my side He gives me a place to go when things get bleak He's always there for me ... He rubs my eyes for me
anymore just wait until your dad gets home and sees what You have done kicked out of school you've got no job you're a useless Delinquent bum oh my god
a bum searching for eternal slack Pride, intelligence, motivation: there was nothing that I did not lack But then I went to see a doctor and he showed
At least he loves his city Holding court on Taylor Square proper was the man he could become Lear's Fool is a bum now With seven holy parcels by his
ain't never had a fifty, you ain't had a hun' You ain't never had a quarter ticket, lil' dirty bum I bet I'll have ten M's when I'm thirty-somethin'
It's so nice to be rich, rich, rich, rich... You are viewing lyrics of It's So Nice To Be Rich by AGNETHA FALTSKOG from the album UNKNOWN
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