Lyrics:
through it all just to stand tall,
And poppa taught me if they reach blow their hands off, blow their hands off!
I bet you I can fit a whole weekend in my
and all the bullshit
All the reasons that we had to call it quits
Pieces to our puzzle that never seemed to fit
Started out fast and ended so quick
For
they're gonna pay bills
They're gonna get old and gray
I'll never do that, I wanna stay young
Don't wanna fit in, I wanna have fun
So if that's okay, I
mine to grow
So I could always fit perfect
Inside your palms just so
No one loves me just like you do
No one knows me just like you do
No one can
don't hear you anyway they just listen for names, mine is in a lane that I ain't ever get to widen
But I could barely fit I almost had to whip beside it
get jobs, they're gonna pay bills
They're gonna get old and gray
I'll never do that, I wanna stay young
Don't wanna fit in, I wanna have fun
So if
to the trees
Black wogs, black wogs
Your face Don't fit
Black wogs, black wogs
You ain't no Brit
Ahmed is a Paki, curry-coffee queer
Ten to a bed,
go through this
Got to make it fit
I know you feel the same as me
Did it fit this way
When you see my face
Won't you help me babe
So low, so low, I'm
Every now and then
You find someone you really like,
But sometimes in the end
They may not fit you right
My baby's in love with a shoe salesman
The only gift I'm fit to bring
Then put me on your shelf,
See the wind turn me.
If it's the only gift I'm fit to give,
Then put me on your shelf, I
his face ought to be
Young flesh, young frame
Slow pulse, no pain
Inside my fit on skin
Sometimes I wonder just where to begin
I need action
It's uncomfortable all night to sit
Get on the dance floor, it's a direct hit
Move around like your shoes don't fit
Get on the dance floor, it's
to the trees
Black wogs, black wogs
Your face Don't fit
Black wogs, black wogs
You ain't no Brit
Ahmed is a Paki, curry-coffee queer
Ten to a bed,
I said to me da, I said to me da, I said to me da
I'm not fit for soldier
I said to me da, I said to me da, I said to me da
I'm not fit for
place lit
In this shape fit
In this space fate
I cu
I just feel so good
I just feel so good
I just feel so good
I just feel so good
In this space
knows he isn't what he should be
The description fit's
I just think he could be
A son of a gun
Ever tried a silver bullet in your ear before
A son
That's good
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Man the sun shine bright out here (shine)
Shawty jeans fit tight out here
And I be high as kite out here
Smoke
kids
'Cause all the cool kids, they seem to fit in
I wish that I could be like the cool kids
Like the cool kids
He sees them talking with a big
a man
And every other tree would see them
Cut down where they stand
By and by
Oh, can't you see?
A crooked tree won't fit into the mill machine
I need a bad bitch, stupid thick
Peeped them cheeks and threw a fit
Throw it back, make 'em sick
That's my lil' Florida bitch
Fine ho, bad
kids
'Cause all the cool kids, they seem to fit in
I wish that I could be like the cool kids
Like the cool kids
He sees them talking with a big
to bring to your attention, attention, attention, attention, attention
I promise you I will never fit in your descriptions, I'm giant
Don't let nobody tell
place.
Trying to convince freshmen they're somebody
By spending all of their parents' money on kegstands
And Matt says I don't fit in.
All this
begin
Be my love love's puzzle we can blend
Be my love you fit the pieces in
Somehow
Jagged edges such is heartbreak can drive you out of your mind
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