Lyrics:
White girls wop (wop) wop (wop) wop like it’s not
She got tig ole bitties
Say she from the city but her legs are skinny
Think it’s funny that her name is
comes after Hallelujah
She said
I'll feed you in the morning, eggs on rye bread
But you're sleeping on the floor
Don't come to my bed
It's too soon
cradle babe
But I still can't afford to loose
Poker face don't you wanna try to
Make up our own rules
What I'm not
Allowed to say
Drownin in my bed sheets
I came from distant but not afar
Spread my bed among this population
Here I fell victim to endless strolling
Observed by none but one with all
I
bring a porcupine
Nudge nudge winky
Afterwards wash my dick in the sinky
And be in bed by eleven-fifty
That was Lil Bean on the beat
(Ween)
Mumbles
What
bear doing that?" such a popular phrase,
But the truth lies in my nature, I was born to
I need something larger than life, something that feels real.
round the city
With this girl on my arm
Making weird faces
As we stare at the stars
Shawty educated
I can tell by far
And that body
Everything's nice
Once
Of nothing
Connor's mom wore a bandanna on her head
Pretty tired, but still smiling
She rarely went to bed
One day she called in sick
Put Old Yeller
I call you up 6:30 on Saturday night you tell me you got plans already.
You say your going to New York city with a famous writer and his tiny dog.
things to dust return
But you keep on
Heading westward quick down Fulton street
As everything beyond compelled you
Walk now there and you could not
a sci-clone
Dust for clothing
Life for baggage
Stay underground
Safe and sound
But if I feel like running
Best you stay out of my way
She will
in two beds
a coin only has two alternates
i’m always just above your feet
you’re always just above my head
safe to say
never felt like i quite made
He and his wife gave birth to a son
So keep listening cuz I'm not done
He had three more plus two girls
That would turn life into quite the swirl
He
cold and listless
Not quite sure that they exist
Here in this moment slow and viscous
Lips haunted by the ghosts of kisses
There is the endless
Dry you gently
Dress you tenderly
And ready for bed
You're asleep still standing up
I like you not made up
You've got a nice face
It is crumpled
Dry you gently
Dress you tenderly
And ready for bed
You're asleep still standing up
I like you not made up
You've got a nice face
It is crumpled
matter if I'm hid or safe
This is why gone middle city got it wrong
Just the trying that you not please to call
Mhmmmmm jumpin’ jehosephat
Where you
with the mickeys
Sit round texting and calling, too busy sipping and rolling
That's why IQs keep falling, that's why I can't get outta bed
When my
a teacher speaking out gotta make those wages'
Never had a textbook to read about it when I was flipping through the pages
But I won't lay my head on a bed
makes me teary-eyed
Your body's been honest
But here again it lies
So I'm going to that city saved by paper and not soul
Which judging by those
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