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hurts babe this can't be right like
Them gold hoes got cash app
That Venmo that scratch back
She said 1 in 5 girls pay for college
By sex acts
Girl sold

Verse 1)

A little boy and his first ride

On an old red horse 16 hands high 

Setting in the saddle tall

It wasn’t long before he took a fall

anymore;
You're alone, free, with no one to impress

I felt land, a soft sand on my skin
I saw red eyelids, cause the sun wanted in
Waves broke on my feet,

playing dumb loops, you'll get looped, and it's stupid
We're in a stupid land, little bitch. I'm high as fuck. I can't lie
What the fuck I would do without

When you’re young, you don’t wanna be alone. 
Ya hope ya don’t get stuck at home
Laying by the phone

And easy, to open up your heart
To have

through with that striker, gon' need clean up

Yeah, it's Johnny Boy, he flip them packs, he road and then get re-up
Glocky put that belt to ass, pussy boy,

Yellow sun shines through bright
Through trees, pleasant in sight
Flowers, pink and red sway
Darling, let's do nothing today
Some day I'll buy us

AMN
Everytime we're around
Uh
Keep my name out your mouth
Lil bro, Khloe M don't give no clout
you got a girl and you still wanna eat me out
on your

Pos-ses-sion
Yeah that's fucking right
I take control, mortal host
Your soul, sacrificed, in a ritual
Live, like a slave
They'll die, by your hand,

wall covered in red. replace it all with a wall made of the dead. the pen is mightier than the sword only as long as we allow it. if your presence isn't

devastated oceans
Red book species - extirpated
Sacred nature - terminated
We pollute our home in the name of progress
What about our

got a clock
And the sun won't set before we're settin' on a bench
Heaven's like France but this time you speak French, again

Coq au vin, Coq au vin,

smiling at me
Hate seeing you stressed out let me work your stress out
You know that donut place by Lanette's house
I think it's bout time we check it out

Uh, Chase you're so annoying
Why does your phone go straight to voicemail every time I call?
Will you please pick up?
Yeah
Yeah
If you see do not

rivals?
My idols are dead
Stack isles of lead
Till the nile turn red
If heaven is everything God has to offer
Regret everything Lord I was never proper
I

blinded by the light
The guitar cries, When his fucking fingers slide,

If you give this man a ride
Your sweet family will die,
The Doora slowly open up

Up Yours!

So you caught him red handed
Found him in bed with
Someone random
Again

You're calling me to vent
Barely got tears left
but whatdya

into people
You're digging your grave
I remember back when we had no name
Now the team blowing up like propane
And if you chose their side then hold that

rigid
Then to meet someone else who has red flags and miss it
I'm building up walls and they're seven feet thick
And I could let them in, but would rather

the photoshop to remind you
You want more do you want more

Tie your black door
To a blood red leaf, shame go away by the crossroads
Where the freeways need to be

everything
Including my bank account
I'm ready to ride 
All you gotta do is command me
God you know I'm all in
I ain't got no plan B
Even if I go by myself
I

Still chasing tails on a daily, this road is a nuisance evading the cops
This red and blue in my rear view, spend my days re-arranging the crop
Late

HEY BARLOW
Brenn Hill - Red Cliffs Press Music (BMI)

Verse 1:
Hey Barlow would you rather be huntin' a bear
Than curled up in a cabin with a woman

There is not much time

From the ages past, all fear this day of reckoning

The storm of the undead
Has come to pass turning green blood red
The storm