Lyrics:
Yr my worm go and wriggle in the soil
While the rest of us burn in the sun
I'm a million miles an hour yr a gang
Of little hearts
And yr underneath
Iran mae na blentyn bach yn crio am ei fam.
Ac mi ganwn yr hen garolau eto'r Nadolig hwn am eni baban bach mewn llety llwm.
A fydd yr harmoni a'r
Waves biting at yr ankles
Increased voracity the more you taunt her
Always thought quicksand was a bigger foe
Salty slap in the face
Tell yourself
a disease in the gloom
Get down y'r instinct
Get down to what you honestly feel
You better do it from the heart
Don't you do it from the head
You
when you drove up, didn't make a sound
thought i'd gone deaf, then I figured out
yr body went on vacationmind stayed home
stuck deep inside
here u come for
when did i
sign a contract
for my life?
kill compassion
living mean
on a mission
to be seen
u hide yr heart
it can't b
you never even try to be on time
apologize if it ever crossed yr mind
ignorance really is bliss I see
but im confused because it makes you mean
but
I remember when you first arrived
Magic marker on yr belly button all right (all right)
I read what you said you said drop dead oh no (oh no)
I
You think you look so cool
With yr t-shirt tucked in
Go to a public school
And get yr face punched in
Stop wearing rugby shirts
Nice and fleecy
You
elicit squeals
gutted, guilty quadrupeds
innocence congeal
it ain't kind
but it's on my mind
i've broken with yr past
u'll pay for wut i did,
i'm dumping
Do a show in yr yellow eyeshade
Record cover with yr silver face paint on
Cmon its never too late
Colour application
Hit the streets with a bright
What you wanted to know
Was if I liked your dress
If your hair looked nice
If your lipstick was a mess
We both know
I'm not yr man at all
Not yr man
Yeah
It's lupineflamez
Y'all heard
(A little something from the heart )
You know am sorry
Now am trynna tell you who I am
It took me 20yrs
If you hate yr job or yr love got taken
Got a sore on yr lip or yr foot is achin
I know a place that’s dope and pretty
Cause it’s win-win-win-win…
In
Is that yr pile of shit out of the front of YR HOUSE?
Did yr camera flash burn all yr photographs out?
Tear the bedsheets from off of yr mattress
like 365 all yr cause a nigga gotta flex
I don’t wanna be your best
I just wanna spend a couple million Naira on neck and then I Say it with my chest
Know
(I DON’T)
I dont Know
I dont Know yeah yeah
4yrs
4yrs
4yrs
We was running down thinking
4yrs
4yrs
4yrs
Or 4ever yeah yeah yeah
Be sy'n dawnsio ar yr afon
Does na ddim wela' i
Be sy'n symud yn y lliwiau
Does dim geiriau glywa' i
Pwy sy'n galw yn yr awel
Yn y gwres yn haul y
for yr matter o
Oh yh
Bby girl yr body bad
E fit make me go manya o
Yh yh
Oh ma girl you too fyn
This yr body na fire o
Oh yh
Bby girl this yr type
E
Haunting the air above yr casket
Wafting through the rafters
Is a frigid air moving in delicate waves
You could see yr breath
If you were breathing
över världen hatare tittar på
Van vid blickar så det kvittar på radio JH så det går
Sidospår jävligt yr och vimmelkantig
Gasen i botten för äventyret
There I was, a misanthrope
Rejecting open arms
And here I am alone and older
Regretting all that harm
Oh horses
Yr messing with these forces
Oh
Smear
They say that i won villain of the yr
(Ayee)
They say that i won villain of the Year (yuh)
Cameras Stay Off but we shooting Over here (damn)
I Only
Dyna gyd yr oedd ar ôl iddo fod
Bywyd llesol yn cilio o'r cof
Ac roedd cymylau, cymylau bychain, yn pefrio
A swn y tonnau ar y traethau yn atseinio
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