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him to make some indie folk
He learned to play the fiddle with Mark who played banjo
They were only 16 when they played their first basement gig
up right
I need me a dive bar tonight
The jukebox is blaring, my favorite tunes, there's a band later on tonight
Until that time we'll hear some honky
and they ain't never got no blower
Used to look up to niggas, but yeah, not no more
Jumped off the porch, first thing I did was score
They ain't like how I
fall's at first hurdle
But at least we can say that we tried
Give me your hand, here's mine
Band playing love songs and lullabies
Let's get footloose,
in the snow
Posting in the brickz at 10
What's the first time on the stove
It ain't like this, see the start
Told my folks they see a boss
If the bag
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First off you a bitch (you bitch)
You ain't got no funds, you is a lame
Run up on me, got a problem we gon' let this choppa spray (spray, brr)
If
I wish I could stay
Safe in church today
They say I'm made
Of hate but they're okay
So my pastor says that I got a bad heart
And I swear too much,
Box, box, burger box
Relax little sister
Relax ma and pa
Relax my brother
I’m going to the box
I just got a date
Late Friday night
Told her
shared
I hope this sadness
Won't outlive us
We would drive around to old bands
By old I mean to the black keys
Had our first fight to the weight of love
That's on a daily!
She get wet and I get baptized
She outta' pocket, she get chastised
Musta' been a pimp back in my past life
You musta' been
Farid, they outta jackin my style man
Yeah, they can't do it like us, dawg
Ca$hville to Marocco, you know
These Niggas out here biting my style !
But I'ma say a
A mothafuckin' Bronx playa
I went from eatin' outta trash
To walkin' and pushin' the E-Class
From chickens, to fuckin' bitches
that ain't right
I cannot go half with no bitch I don't like
I might fuck the stewardess, first-class flight
In the South of France, she just want my
write it I lived it or saw it with my eye
Sometimes the third see it first I'm the ambitious kind
If I dream it through the night by the day it's mine
that ain't right
I cannot go half with no bitch I don't like
I might fuck the stewardess, first-class flight
In the South of France, she just want my
leaving out the front
Made yo first 20K bitch I blew that in a month
Say my leaving out the trap I was picking up my unk
Told that nigga bring his ass he
Counting money and shit
Counting money, all this brand new shit
In the back the club
Ay, all my bitches stacking up
In the back the club
Fill
go the way that the wind blows
Along the path that is primrose
I have my plan all rehearsed
I will kiss anybody will kiss me first
I'll take
right here we go (woo)
Yeah when the stars are out and the mood is high
Grab my baby and I hold her tight
Crank that song on the radio
Take her by
right here we go (woo)
Yeah when the stars are out and the mood is high
Grab my baby and I hold her tight
Crank that song on the radio
Take her by
the curd
Earn a purple heart if you don't go to hell first
Win a Pulitzer or a Nobel prize but they won't tell why
They let those shells fly
Got a cosell
And his Barbara Krueger's had been irreparably damaged
By Rein Sanction and a few other bands from Gainsville
That refused to acknowledge the value
There's something wrong with my hands Oh yes, they're not holding you They should be enfolding you like a mother's pouch Around a baby kangaroo
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