Lyrics:
now, this shit is perfect
Might just kill a man, like my fucking name is dan (Killed Keith)
Peanut butter waffle man, Jiffy not the Peter Pan (No no)
them in the basement and feeling them
Penetrating them and using violence
So he's the perfect person to fucking silence
I break through his window
in right and wrong?
My mental state is fucking me up
And I cried upon while asking You for some answers
But we don't have that type of bond
Now my
in right and wrong?
My mental state is fucking me up
And I cried upon while asking You for some answers
But we don't have that type of bond
Now my
You're just...oh my God you're so perfect"
Man if you fuck with this bitch then you're doomed (yup)
She followed me and my tour crew
To my hotel, I'm
Me too, I'm fucking her too
Can't, fucking her too?
We should get them bands up
Get all the woes calling.
Pumped up in there all this
Could
of been happy and still alive
Now Im going through hell in his single life
We could of been perfect
If you let it
Now this is klling us
Day by day, I would
I guess that I’m not perfect
I guess that I’m not perfect
I guess that I’m not perfect
And fuck what you think, cause I’m not perfect
I actually met
pants
Ride, ride, ride, ride
I got one by one by one
Ooh triple six advance
Ride, ride, ride, ride
Ride, ride, ride, ride
Ride
Ride
Ride
Ride
Yeah, yeah,
Welcome to my album, I hope you stay long
I was gonna name this one Growing Pains, but
Then I found a toilet dumped by the railroad
So we took
darkness left within
A sorry ending
A sorry ending
Drifted away, so impaired by
Perfect memories
All I do is falling
And nothing can be done
Runaway, pickup
will still be perfect in my dream
You're perfect to fuck things up
And I don't want more of your stupid love
And I don't care about your fucking trust
this mother fucker open
Focused and driven by passion
Battles are won by clear fucking action
It's not my first time I knew this would happen
The close
Yo what up this is motherfucking Lucidic music
Yeah what I'm back at it to fucking spit It 2021
Ya fucking bitch you can't stop you You can't see it
Live your best life...
Vision perfect sight
Hook
Bitch im fucking rich
cnd i got a bad bitch
Bitches jumping on tha dick
cnd this rollie never tick
at the stars at night
So I keep a bottle with me every single fucking night
It's alright because I might
Say fuck it all and end my life
Living by my pencil I'll
We gon fuck all night
In the morning fight
Hope for better times
With you by my side
You just love to hate
Girl I'm not surprised
Out my fucking life
nothing but a gangsta party
Picture perfect, I paint a perfect picture
Bomb the hoochies with precision my intention's to get richer
With the S-N
niggas who know they not enough
Feel it burn it up they know they not enough cough
Now it's time to act right
Smoke it by the gas pipe
When I have a bad
you stand well by now you for don get your balance
I hear waytin u talk e no worry me oh
Lost boy dey come no dey hurry me oh
Who know when dey flow
In the 1930's
An economist named John Keynes
Predicted that by the end of the 1900's
Americans would be working
Fifteen hours a week
Keynes was
changed
By a perfect God
Yea
Suddenly its like a weight is lifted
When you hear the words that you are loved
He knows where you are
And where you've
I ain't never been afraid of shit
Hit a nigga real quick
In his fucking lip
Heard a nigga talking shit
Oh he gone lift
To the heavens
Better hope
Blinded by their greed
Kill one another
You were never fucking free
A perfect slave
Builds his own fucking cage
A perfect slave
Freely gives his life for
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