Lyrics:
Two, three, four
Well, I came by your house the other day
Your mother said you went away
She said there was nothing that I could have done
romantic fruit basket and some candles
Call me Kyrie how I grasped her by her handles
She's yellin' out “go faster!” as I slammed her
She makes my Crowe
know you like romance
But I'm not a romantic nigga
I took a little break from music
Now I ain't back, you know my dick is bigger
You been drinking, I can
You made my heart melt the other day
When we laid by the fire in the middle of May
It was so romantic I'll say
When you gave me your love in your
What you tryna to close it for? (Tryna to close it for, tryna to close it for)
Nigga hold the door (nigga hold the door, nigga hold the door)
There's
Let's dance in style
Let's dance for a while
Heaven can wait we're only watching the skies
Hoping for the best but expecting the worst
Are you
a lot
FRANK:
Others will bicycle side by side
Way out to some romantic spot
(But when you haven't a sou)
(There's only one thing to do)
BOTH:
hear the neighborhood drummer sound
I can feel my heart begin to pound
You say you're tired and you just want to close your eyes
And follow your dreams
Beating around the bush ended up not being very romantic
想說的話 你猜得出嗎
Did you manage to guess what I've been planning to say?
等一下 等我問了才回答
Wait for me to ask
to die
And over the noise of the rifles
You could hear the babies cry
Big chief Big Foot
It's good that you can't see
Revenge is being wrought
By Custer's
you)
How could heaven ever send me such a person mama
Help me understand (it's you)
I'm living every second
like I'm finger lickin' good all by myself
new romantics come over the hill
It gets a bit depressing
Paper local
Drunken scandal
Publish your address as well
Locals surround where you dwell
Old
Nymphet new romantics come over the hill
It gets a bit depressing
Paper local
Drunken scandal
Publish your address as well
Locals surround where you
Nymphet new romantics come over the hill
It gets a bit depressing
Paper local
Drunken scandal
Publish your address as well
Locals surround where you
Nymphet new romantics come over the hill
It gets a bit depressing
Paper local
Drunken scandal
Publish your address as well
Locals surround where you
at first?
She's a person described by thousands of words
Look your hearse did a drive by now does it hurt?
Get a shovel you better get to pounding the dirt
essence of innocence intact
Parents love you with no distraction
And their care isn't absent it isn't defined
By material provided but echoed in
Christmas
And when you walk down the street
Say hello to friends you know
And everyone you meet
Ho, ho the mistletoe
Hung where you can see
Somebody
of me
Never thought of me
Girl you're leaving me in pieces
With no one by side
Facing the struggles
I leave it all behind
In the face of love though
In
tell by how you move the rocks
Make love to the cash, I'm so romantic
Diamonds in my watch, looking Titanic
House looking gigantic
You best come tryna
do
You don't know me, but consult me to control me
I like the way you showed me the result be when I'm lonely
Take 285 to be by your side, I run around
and positive but why be negative?
What's the matter, G? Black cat, got your tongue?
Fat track got you sprung, now your hung (do ya feel me?)
Dum-dum-diddy, is
Overcast above these dark green trees
Searching for solace and serenity
Solar showers in my dreams
Emptiness by my side
I'm hung up on the vine
When did I
the meds done
Hm
My favorite color is red rum
I like bodies by the neck hung
Communion blood by the keg, drum
I thought a snitch nigga said sumn
Usain lips
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