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Swallow my
Whole dick
Overqualified
I get the bonus, yeah
Brooklyn's favorite
Bed-Stuy voice nigga
I don't have an inside voice! Nah
Outside
Just follow my lead
We'll take it a step at a time
And i just wanna wake up to you in the morning
I'll get you breakfast in bed
Do all of that lovey
of the street, here on Skid Row!
He took me in, gave me shelter,
A bed, crust of bread, and a job-
Treats me like dirt,
Calls me a slob,
Which I am!
So I live...
and their digging a ditch
For the sunburnt the weary, the ones who won't last
In this cyclone of flesh with this cathartic mix
When the broken limbs are
stopped and spoke swahm with tribes
Chanted native dialects over the hill I felt vibes
Threw my hands in the sky then beat them hard on a
Drum over
eyes and tell me your real name?
Brass lamp is lit by the side of the bed
We're pretending to kiss but the walls are all red
If we were able to live in
the white house walls.
A transient makes his bed from cardboard boxes.
His hotel the steps of capital hill.
So what's the price of happiness for you my
migrants lost by the time we reached Palermo
I took farm on a hill, I picked oranges and lemons
And I worked till late at night for a bed and little money
than June
When the kinks in my shoulder are thumbed out by you
Hold me still, we are not insane
We are who we are, we are not the same
Do you justify
her mouth
The new shops I saw on my usual path way
That person's great smile and my frown
Scolded by whom I respect
Take it all the way you can right
When god had to go
He got replaced by blow
Spread all across my bed
Say I do too much of that
I will get a heart attack
That's a risk still worth it
Wish I could stay
Wake up in your bed
However, instead I
Wake up with you in my head
And sometimes I cry
Cry, cry, cry, cry
But I'll be alright
I'll be
Wish I could stay
Wake up in your bed
However, instead I
Wake up with you in my head
And sometimes I cry
Cry, cry, cry, cry
But I'll be alright
I'll be
Passing by our tiny lives and how we got so far
These worries, early in the morning
Come back in and then they swim around inside my head
Oh what can I say
My heart is waiting for the stars so much,
I expect some dream of You tonight.
When from some wine people are dazing,
Nobody suspects, (that)
Osaka, I went far
And everything just puts you into my head
I'm hanging by a thread
That's something for the end
Haven't gotten out of bed
I been
her be
I spread her legs, it was heavenly
On a pedestal, they trynna level me
I'm high on a hill in the Beverly's
Met up by the spot, eating Lebanese
know you wanting Chuck
But bitch I ain't two face
Got an alter ego that need dulce
Mix it inside the cup with the Kool-Aid
Shawty so sweet creme brûlée
couldn't bear to see you up there with a white dress on
Here's my vow to you
I'll stay away
I remember when in a lover's whisper you said
No other man
said, "I was born
At the bottom of a wishing well
Well, by the dirt 'neath my nails
I guess he knew I wouldn't lie.
"I guess you're tired,"
He
took him as a son that he had been betrayed
The rolling hills of Syria are black against the glorious, ember-laden sunset
Step by step he strode
of a broken down man
I give up. I give in. I can't do this anymore
I've been turned out by my family
I have heard them slam the door
I'm like a wounded
days hold you back
And only time will tell, but I told you once before voice in my head
Meanwhile, I'll try something they won't try
Rolling down
This is what I want to be with you
and I know that you have my days
The quieter we become
the more that we can hear
So if we start our days by saying
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