Lyrics:
an instrumental album of sitars, pots and pans
You've done enough talking, so I know you ain't fading Sole
Have your boy Rupert Murdock fly you out,
I'll serve you
First base
You've never been more beautiful than you are right now
Standing in front of me
And I think I see your eyes on my lips
And I weigh
I think youre a great guy but sometimes I feel like your
Jokes are too much, I can tell you know but im not sure
Feel like with me you act so
Used to think I'd never make it
I was always so quiet making music in that basement
But I just dropped an album and I'm feelin kinda good
Yeah,
I'll move on
Come on, what's going on
I know, but I hate the fact you'll never respond
You'll never pick up again
A wound will only heal if you stop
'Cause if you ain't yourself you end up by your freaking self
I'm coming rugged with the linden boule type of slang
And yo, we'll see who can hang yo
Hotspot
Any day now, dear IRS
I know, take your time
One week ago I created a new DeviantArt account as the Prophet Obblonge, and by the end of today
Will
use
Take me by the hand while
We do what lovers do
It matters how this ends
Cause what if I never love again?
I don't need your honesty
It's already in
West
What up
How are you?
I'm awesome
I know you're doing a ton
Of interviews right now, this
Is the first time you've been to Amp radio
So I have
think are the true supporters
We all call them the real ones
They the ride or die
I just wanna know why
You shaming people who don't buy
The album
Cause if you ain't yourself you end up by your freaking self
I'm coming rugged with the Linden Boule type of slang
And yo, we'll see who can hang yo
And there's rumours going round that you have a fiance
[SHYSTIE]
Listen yeah your talking like you no me you don't know me
Me and you ain't no friend's blood
in love 2020 the burden was heavy
But it fell through who knew the queen would never be ready
Your friends know my secrets but my friends know your
mean that I´m off you
I took a W by entering the game
Now you claiming I falling off too?
Like who the fuck are you talking to?
Been the greatest, I´ve
Get your hard copies of Blockology
Coming from the one who lived in a bowl for goldfish
I never sell my soul, just evolved, shock rap
That what you
you're so fuckin' cool
With your nose in the air, don't you?"
Debbie said, "What are you even talking about?
I've never even met you"
The girl said,
(phone rings...)
Hold up folks I got somebody on the other line
[CHORUS REPRISE]
Though we're good friends it never ends
Your self destructive massive
Cause if you ain't yourself you end up by your freaking self
I'm coming rugged with the Linden Boule type of slang
And yo, we'll see who can hang yo
in your mind
By thoughts and stress around you
This song
This album proves that you can get through it
You can Find yourself
Yeah in my mind i feel all
a reflection of your heart. That words alone could never capture. When I write a Christmas song, it is almost always born from a moment in my life, inspired by
didn't know we were going to live like this. You were not the person I married.
It's true. I wasn't. This was coming from the man who said no job was
last long
Found solace in promises lept by bitches who swallowin'
All my kids, they keep gobblin'
Write for who? They keep hollerin'
A&r's with
you
Sometimes I wish I wasn't famous
Sometimes I wish I wasn't famous
Wish I wasn't famous
Then I would know who's really by my side
Sometimes I
taught when you come to school.
Lesson 1, you should know:
Never fall in love, with your ho.
Lesson 2 tells you to do only one thing:
Act cool.
Lesson
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