Lyrics:
I would see something like Clark Kent
Melanated dark tint, King like fuck a president
Under the overpass and the bus bench
occupied by Skidrow
wait to catch motherfuckers that slept late
I flip the hardcore shit so little punks you know
That's how it goes on Saturday Nite
Live from New York
and religion is all I need
Grab my hand and
Baby we'll live a hell of a life
Never in your wildest dreams
Never in your wildest dreams
In your wildest
By your man when you haven't quite woke up? #metoo
When you're both 17 in Cali where no Romeo and Juliet rule applies to you? Hashtag you two in jail!
to behold sunrise again, ain't ours to choose
But deciding to celebrate each day
I'm graced to have you by my side, that I can choose
Your arrival marked my
a body
From a resurrectionist, medical scientist?
We've all got to earn ourselves a living
All it takes is a little bit of digging
By
the sport
Coats of the season
And surrounded by his whole Odd Future crew
The ascendant singer opens up to
Amy Wallace about his crazy
Year including the bomb
cloud 9
I run a perc 30 sign
Bitch if you blow my high
Might just lose my mind
Do you wanna die my guy
You can tell by the look in my eye
Imma really nice
smile with the rising sun (Yeah-Yeah!)
Three little birds, pitched by my doorstep (Yo-Yo!)
Singing sweet songs (hey now), of melodies pure and true (Hey
shoulders
Got a little older, now no choker by slave owners seem doper
Rather have freedom from debt
Quarterly trips, me and my bitch in gentleman's quarterly
be glorified
Y'all so horrified by the next guy
Wonder why they got something you don't
Only thing you don't have is a fucking brain
Don't you realize
come back and win by three
Alright!
I love it!
Fuck you guys!
Sorry, buddy...
Who's the new guy?
Oh, that's my friend John.
Hey John... sweet hat!
with
My provider got the international phone
Had to add a little bit to the rider
First class have I asked to be flown
And they keep callin me,
I get my pocket tapped Goodz
Ya Grape is in the street 'cause
Like Suge my pockets fat Goodz
Ya squad not strapped Goodz
Them guys by ya side will
of the blue
And he started beating up Shaquille O'Neal
Then they both got flattened by the Batmobile
But before it could make it back to the Batcave
You got people up in your face
Judgin' you by the cash or the place you live
Ain't that sad
Around here it don't phase us a bit
Honestly we don't give
the right guy
You deserve to live a bit of life
Don't act suprised
By tonight u gon be in yo groove
I can tell u only trust a few
Let it up girl give me
our fathers and slaughtering them all over the world
But it’s time that we spoke
Either you want us to live, or you don’t
Even so, there’s potential for
Playboy
written by Liddy Clark
VERSE:
playboy
alone at the bar you think you own
ignoring every girl that calls your phone
just sipping on your
body
You are more beautiful Than a instrumental Composed by Mozart
Even if you weren't
I'll still fuck you in the Mouthpart
While you suck it like
call my self
Ya know, Clark Kent ya know
Go get yo merch that Abstrsct shit
Rep the shit rep that G.O.U.D shit
Nigga ya know what I'm saying
It's only
some demons up under my bed
I got some monsters that live in my head
I got some bitches that use me for dick and right after I fuck 'em I leave 'em for
(Tried to take my love from you)
Pointing at cars as they roll by
Who knew from riding buses, we'd be trained to be so fly? (Uh)
Landing deep in
and baby it'll be okay.
but if you can't make it over tonight,
then promise you'll be by someday.
you'll be by someday.
it's just something.
a little bit
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