Lyrics:
When I´m looking for emotion
I can see it in your eyes
Now I´m living in the sunshine
Cause you´re here by my side
In some times...
bond i see ya leadin' em on
See that cherry poppin' 'em like molly
Sorry, pardon my French, like Les Miserable
Or the Marquis de Sade
By the pleasure in
the cell
I hope it gel
Climbed out the hell I got heaven
In my pinky nail
Paradise in a clipping
Peace we been missing
By your lonely scrolling
So Milo what
Pictures
All My Niggas Be Grave Diggers
We Put Bodies In James River
His Body Prolly Found By A Fisher
Hook:
I Got That Drake On Me Now
You Know That Bitch
Ladies and gentlemen
Fellow Americans
Lady Americans
This is James Brown
I wanna talk to you about one of our
Most deadly, killers in
have to say goodbye
I got sixty five stitches, is this how you treat my miss
You ant washing the dishes
There are no plates to the tables, the plates
Summer cotton, summer corn
Summer hash marks and a scoreboard
Summer, where they fought the civil war
That's what my grandpa said
Picking up
James
Cannot escape the pain
Like naz, ye, and J
I got to keep the flame
Listening to Rihanna
Takes my breath away
I got a glimpse of tomorrow
And u
gobbling the last fruit
Its tongue working like an engine
A lone sweet drop tumbling by some miracle
Into my mouth like the smell of someone I've loved
by yourself while fake bitches pop by the bevy
They call me Ohene, cuz I am a king, Like a Ghanaian Chief
The God and the demon of my destiny, its
to be a killer (New York Stand Up)
You wanted to be the Champ! (Got your boy in the booth nigga)
You ain't hungry
Matter of fact I don't want you in my
the sport
Coats of the season
And surrounded by his whole Odd Future crew
The ascendant singer opens up to
Amy Wallace about his crazy
Year including the bomb
that's not a nice way men to say goodbye to a lady friend
Why oh why did I do this again?
M, do you understand what I'm tryna communicate?
M, this is such
on her skirt tails, white washed by boredom
A maiden, a mother, a lady, a lover
Rolling through life and missing the ride, drowning in drinks every night
imported Egyptian cotton
And um it's like a special edition screen print
That was done by this really famous design artist from Houston
That's pretty dope
I
you comin
Yes my waterbed is runnin
All that I say
Is that it's time for you to lay, in my waterbed
*chorus*
Helloooo, ladies
What's your name,
a child waving goodbye
The driver put my old Hofner guitar in the boot with my rucksack
And off we went
" Vous etes Francais, monsieur? "
" Non, Anglais "
"
know, stallion leading us
Into a hot girl summer followed by the
Coldest of nuclear winters
What does that even mean anyway?
I don't know
But, uh, hey
Dr.
the night
But I need a queen by my side
We don't gotta say good night
We don't gotta say goodbye
She don't know what she want
But I know what she like
She can
rushes through the sky
Like the blurry memory of a race car zooming by
My fingers shiver
My shutter shudders
Not fast enough to capture where the wind
I just popped my trunk got my city shaking
When I pull the slab out got these boppers crazy
Riding with my lady this shit so amazing
Candy coated
and ugly as ever
However, I seen my family die from them rocks
Them fiends on blocks including my own pops
Homie I seen two much to drink them two cups
They
Clouds are only dewdrops that once kissed a rose
Clouds are feathers from a lady's fan
Do you remember how we watched them drifting by
Long ago
Clouds are only dewdrops that once kissed a rose
Clouds are feathers from a lady's fan
Do you remember how we watched them drifting by
Long ago
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