Lyrics:
breath and count the days
We're graduating soon
College will be paradise
If I'm not dead by June
But I know, I know
Life can be beautiful
I pray, I
I need a drink, I want it to be brown, easy to hold when I'm weak,
Sleeping in the clouds, not a good place to be,
Need my feet on the ground,
and still we never turn the heat on.
prefer to put a beat on and warm up
by rapping and drinking and tapping minds thinking rhyming
couldn't get this good if
“I Hate Him” Lyrics by Sarah Solovay
He’s got a crooked smile and big brown eyes,
He’s not that handsome but he keeps them mesmerized,
With his
from the bottom where half these cats are deceitful
Where niggas drive by and double back like the sequel
Lethal, I'm the goat, rappers should take
I went to the beach with my older brother
We looked at the girls in their bathing suits
I put my towel down next to yours
Little did I know you
To my dearest little sister, Sally Brown, it?s Charlie here
A lot of things have happened since you skipped town
For one, I?m queer, for about a year
Someone found me a letter you wrote me on the radio
And they told the world just how you felt
It must have fallen out of a hole in your old brown
lots of girls with peroxide curls
And the black-and-tan flows free
Where there's six in a bed by the old pierhead
And it's Liverpool town for me
It's
brown eyes and ponytails
With a smile that will knock you out of the state
Sometimes when she's alone at night she likes to open all the blinds
Turn
on this earth
But there?s some here that hail from the moon
Like the nuthouse-kateers and the brown-baggied beers
Drunk by drunks who have drunk here for
your own fuckin artist had your wife giving them blows
that's a fact...and you know that
Now remember arizona when you raped that little girl by
Aaaaaah ahh
Ik baby
Aaaaaah ahh
Otile Brown what you say
Au au au iii waah
Au au au iii waah
Au au au iii waah
Au au au iii waah
Kama hujapenda
it now
If one in five girls or one
In 20 boys gets assaulted
Sexually in America, that's hella wild
Not to mention if you do
The math it means that
and I'm mad cause i don't
Know if it was a girl or boy
I be in my feelings that shit scare me a lot
Was in em cells really praying to
God like Ian sending
Them niggas down him
Just a couple brown men tryna
Get some clean money (yeahh)
Oh this is life well it's alright I
Got this hotel for the night
But for
used to ladies begging me to stay
But I work all day, so I jump in the Ford and slowly drive away
Meet another girl at the bar just to give me a place
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