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Dear God
My mother's legs throb bad
Ma religiously rubs ointments on them
Like she is scrubbing grime from her bathtub
She repeatedly
Magic magician what the games been missing
Rap is favorite swagg and she diggs
This is turning into a daily thing
Comma routine baby how you doing?
little does she know
There is a million other guys
Who would kill to be with her
If she just saw it through their eyes
She wakes up every day hoping today
keeping every receipt
I don't like a thing you do
Thousands of opinions but they ain't by you
I ain't got a thing to prove
Fuck I'll make some money while I
Let me put on my body
Feel every cell
Catch every part of my soul
Life is music
Don't you see the rhythm?
Love is a symphony
Going up and down
But
behind
She's been keeping me company and telling me stories
For most of my life
I'm a magnificent beast, but a delicate one
Mix a little bit of magic with
tonight
With a little bit of
monkey magic
Every thing will be all right
Born from an egg
on a mountain top
The punkiest monkey
that ever popped
He knew
out, I'm the C-A-S-A-N, the O-V-A
And the rest is F-L-Y
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix
And these reasons I'll tell you why
You
doubt her intentions
When she's staying in
It's not just one thing, not just one thing
I want all of it, huh
Mmm
Emotionally, spiritually, moving
Malcolm's kinda woke
She don't f* with Todd, cause Todd does
She vape a little, but just to get her mind right
Before she eat something, just to get that
and connect all of you!
I just wanna...
I just wanna...
I don't know a thing...
My words are flying in the soundwave
Created by my voice!
Echo is lost again!
I
stop thinking about her now.
Every little thing she does,
She does for me, yeah.
And you know the things she does,
She does for me, ooh.
When I'm
heavy but she is unloading it little by little
Her insecurity restrains her but she is growing more and more confident every day
She is guarded but those
But I know I would fall right down
I argue with myself alot, did
By myself a plot, to rot
One thing you can’t debate is if hell is hot
And my feet are
out, I'm the C-A-S-A-N, the O-V-A
And the rest is F-L-Y
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix
And these reasons I'll tell you why
You
timid and hesitant as she stumbled
Through a sentence in English
At the cash register
A Winnie the Pooh journal these are the
Things I remember when I
about now
You're about to be possessed
By the sounds of emcee Rob Base and DJ E-Z Rock
Hit it
It takes two to make a thing go right
It takes two
sing every single song we know
Even the ones we don't
When she moves a little closer
She puts her hand in mine
Oh what I wouldn't give to stop
thinks she knows where things are roughly at
Well maybe she does, but then she says
Does it feel nice, does it feel right, does it feel alright
Does it
Thought it was real by the way that she kiss and she hug me
Little did I know
I was like third on her list
All the sexy shit she used to do was looking ugly
a shit in they yard
And my dick stay hard, when I see Lizzo on the internet
(Here it is, another BBL)
My dick get little on the internet
My intellect
ride?
Does it carry lots of grown-up folks and little kids inside?
Is it bigger than our house? Well how can I explain
When my little boy and girl ask me
People have been talking, and they’re saying funny things
They tell her who she is — who she is supposed to be
She sees that they will define her by
goes one by one and two by two
She will say she has fallin' for you (Little games, little games)
She goes one by one and two by two
She will slowly
_ "Every Little Thing")
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