Lyrics:
evidence for
If these things are what you mean by God
Then I believe in God but I
Don't believe in a personal
God to whom I look for comfort or for a
Natural
cutting off every mavericks words and turning them into a version of ourselves
We're shutting off the Christians voices while butting into the public eye
No
or ketamine
Every horse makes gelatine
Old ways make by-products
The dairy cow made into Prada
Your old scars tell new stories
Life lived since you swore you
of you will be the best version of me
Version .1 original stunner
Honest niga so I ain't no fronter
Fake homies turn tesla into a gunner
Your straight up
energy we be putting into or
We gon' do this for our kids
But at that certain point
Your kid don't want a bigger room
Your kid don't want a bigger house
Failure Club. Every week I'd present in our meetings, new versions of my songs. I started to live almost two lives and I would wake up really, early drink
increased
And that's the opposite of what he said last night
It gets so tough to understand this stuff, I don't really want to bother anymore
But by
here, I was charmed by this land, and now I don't know if I should go back north at all." - The the traveler's face became as wistful as that of his new
Step into my time machine
Come and catch a vibe and read
Out of the Diary of a Pimpy Kid, my autobiography
5 years after 93 - found some new
pay your rent
Lemme take it way back to the date I mentioned
I don't know what happened I just know there was some little tension
If you don't get it
loving your long tongue
Look at your beautiful face, covered in hot come
Spread my wings block out the sun
Lie on my back, scope out your bum
My penis
know I go
Just let my guys go
We hit em with some nyquil
Fly so ill
So ill we about to kill
Toby
You look like a phony version of stony
You obviously
Though it's easy for a loser
To be jealous of a winner that's
Just the way that it is
Do you ever look back at
Some of your performances and
Look at your
(Brand New) x5
I don't like it unless it's (brand new)
You might see me in my (brand new) whip
With my (brand new) bitch, pumpin' my (brand new
(Brand new)
I don't like it unless it's (brand new)
You might see me in my (brand new) whip
With my (brand new) bitch, pumpin' my (brand new
That wasn't me at a quarter to three back in our backyard
Tearing up the roses and the home grown tomatoes in my new car
Those bottles in
they knowing they ain't right
Hmmm, when I walk into the room
They can't look in my eyes
When I walk into the room
They can't look in my eyes
(You know
of people, marching up the avenue
Doin? what they gotta do, just to get by
I'm living in the land of plenty and many
But I'm damn sure poor and I don't
than we liked
You weren’t eating
You looked a fright
I think I’ve always known
A truth too harsh to look in the eyes.
I stood watching The Libertines
would see the sun up
Just remember when you come up
The show goes on!
Have you ever had the feeling
That you was being had
Don't that shit that
for coming to Act two, not one
Power by the sun, just like my wristwatch
Wristwatch passed down by my Tata
Time never stops, never stops, never stops
know we don't give a fuck it's not your birthday
You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub'
Look mami, I got the X if you into takin' drugs
coming baby we are so brand new
back to top
kissing bedrock
you've been kissing bedrock i can tell
by the way you carry round the world
on your
And got a white revolver and I'm frightened
But look a bush, hey perfect timing
Only safe place in the whole game
Do I feel shame? Hah, no way
I don't play
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