Lyrics:
on the throne
That's reverse cowgirl if anybody out there is keeping track of this at home
She's immaculately thrown, like disasters in the zone
I need help
Was shot down at home by the Ford brothers' guns
Belle Starr, Belle Starr, your time's getting late
But how is Jim Younger, did you hear his fate?
He
Jim Reed by the dark of the moon
And your son Ed was blowed down in a drunken saloon
Then there was Bob Younger, you loved him so well
He rode with
run towards the light
And like the stars in the sky
I'll be right by your side
Is anybody out there
And if you're alone
Is anybody out there
I'll bring
I'm in
So when it come to anybody, there's no trust for no one
Man, so what? My whole plan's to go nuts
My shoulders ready for more shrugs, I'm gon'
ever quote
My president is black, my Lambo's blue
And I be goddamned if my rims ain't too
My momma ain't at home and daddy still in jail
Tryna make
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
imma do my best to change the way I think about it
I need help
Is anybody out there
I need help
Can anybody hear me
I need help
Is anybody out there
they call me Jay, but my real name is James
It gets kinda confusing when all of us share names
I used to be a cutter, but I've been handling
Practice is
it has
To be about fucking
Sex, masturbation, incest
Or anything gross like that, you know?
Mark: Is there anything else in the world?
Tom: There's
folks out there might know where Elvis is,
you can call too and tell me.
I ain't talking 'bout the Bat-Phone.
It's the E-Phone.
Danny Partidge, Wayne
like the weight is pouring down
Can anybody hear me, hear me, hear me now?
Can anybody see the path life chose somehow?
Can somebody just hold me
In
silver, celebrate that
Anybody get rude to the Roll Deep crew
No long ting we regulate that
Yo, my name is Skepta
I'm in Roll Deep but I live in North
of the handgun)
Land of the beautiful (home of the shotgun)
Cursed by the hate we throw (You're dead if you ain't got one)
Is this the new national anthem? (It was
(land of the handgun)
Land of the beautiful (home of the shotgun)
Cursed by the hate we throw (You're dead if you ain't got one)
Is this the new
the demons inside of me are dragging me in
And if I stop, the darkness surrounds me
Where's my luck, if anybody could see
My heart stop, there's cold breath
killin it with the multis
And little bit by little bit the old me
The little kid sits in here, he told me
Holy fuck my Magikarp is evolving!
5 year
at your walls
You shout and scream
And hide at home
They pass you by and run you close
Your child inside is scared alone
You hide him well
And keep him
revival
cmerican Tale not Fivel But I'm somewhere out there
Rick James at Charlie Murphy's homie fuck your couch chair!Breathe out air and there's daggers
to
Go in the living room
And spend hours in there
Singing different songs
She's influenced greatly by James
If you wanna know the truth she
Has never left
May these words be bridges over rivers angered by storms
To get you to the other side
You'll realize in your hell is where your heaven is born
Just
May these words be bridges over rivers angered by storms
To get you to the other side
You’ll realise in your hell is where your heaven is born
Just
America used to be great yo
Thats fake news
A Bluetooth vampire winning all these infowars
There's a civil war between me and the WiFi password
My
know if I have a place to call my home
Does anybody love me I don’t even know
There is no street lights on this dark road
My heart is getting empty my
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