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is takin' over
Blame myself, you never felt guilt 'til you felt it sober
I wish I was somebody (ooh-oh, oh, oh)
Anybody but myself (ooh-oh, oh,
the President is"
"Let's go up there to where he's laid up hurt and sick we'd see him"
So we went on up there and that big White House
And there was a soldier
as Satellites they have different types
Space satellites are cgi
And there are hundreds of the real type they strap to balloons
That you can see fly by
At night.
bullshit over
And over and over and when
I say that bullshit, what I’m saying is: we
Love Drake, Drake is great he’s a great
Artist but Frank Ocean is great
There is a young cowboy, he lives on the range
His horse and his cattle are his only companions
He works in the saddle and sleeps in the canyons
spinning
The noose around
My neck is twisting
My fate is sealed
There's no resisting
Anybody listening
My hands are tied
Feels like I'm spinning
The noose
There is a young cowboy, he lives on the range
His horse and his cattle are his only companions
He works in the saddle and sleeps in the canyons
Gotta be strong and handle, it is real
Pussy killz
Mad shots keep a nigga open
Bitch have a nigga's gun smoking
Pussy killz
My nigga james got
and I call it super fly
My Fault, My Fault, I forgot to call these niggas out real quick
Ay Fuck Jana James
That bitch is a lame and your momma the blame
will not belong
And there's nothing you can do for me
I can't do on my own
I'm not anybody's girl
That's just the way it is
And I will do exactly
I reckon you ain't familiar with these here parts
You know, there's a story behind that there saloon
Twenty years ago, two outlaws took this
regimen
To keep myself busy
Every day he suggested working out
But I know my body ain't built
For that there's Al, whose cell is
Across from mine he's
There is a young cowboy he lives on the range
His horse and his cattle are his only companions
He works in the saddle and he sleeps in the canyons
said, what goes around comes back eventually
And karma is a bitch, mine is gonna be pretty, please
Remember kicking me when I was down
Cause that's
to illustrate the magnificence of this particular home
This is a home that has made some people smile in the most grueling and grievous of circumstances
Just
write it
Want you to get better (woo!)
My life is so controlled by the what if's
(Girl, what's wrong with you? Come back down)
Is there anybody else
write it
Want you to get better (woo!)
My life is so controlled by the what if's
(Girl, what's wrong with you? Come back down)
Is there anybody else
my love???
Yeah, word is born I'll wax anybody
(CHORUS
Fuck it up Dog, fuck it up dog, fuck it up dog
I'll wax anybody
Take a look around pick
Let me extinguish
Hop on this white horse
Ride to the sunset
Is anybody really out there breathin'?
Is anybody really sick of bleedin'
So come
of interesting
Sort of disturbing around the holidays,
Especially Christmas
Anybody out there on the streets maybe looked
A little undesirable, begging with
rest is on my born day
Bust it, sometimes I sit back and just reflect
Watch the world go by and my thought connect
I think about the time past
with my family. I didn't spend it with anybody. I was by myself, I'm sitting in somebody else's home, somebody else's couch in the dark. And I kept
spoon
But now she sucks her thumb and wanders
By the banks of her own lagoon
Didn't anybody tell her?
Didn't anybody see?
Sunday's on the phone
cowgirl if anybody out there is keeping track of this at home
She's immaculately thrown, like disasters in the zone
I need help to clean up, send a mattress
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