Lyrics:
kitchen that's no vision
They never see me I'm Cena with it and it seem she splitting every week I'm in it
Like Keanu Reeves I never leave a witness Imma
sings
Can't wait to see what this next week brings
But one day at a time is where the truth rings
Hey! Yuh
I think it's crazy, musicians love comedy
like I'm running out of time
And I'm living in fear of the day, my life's no longer mine
I'm approaching independence, week by terrifying week
Even with
the mouth
A cry of mourning due the morning drew the news hits you about
The same time every day
Get your wallet out and pay
Routine boutique it till you're
could die in agony and bang mine
We losin' when it's game time
Ain't possible dickhead
Like tryin' to cum and piss
And the same time
I don't bang slime,
the same
You know, the 7 days a week, before 9 and after 5
Adds nothing but a few more lines 'round my eyes
Cause kids, the solution's to gain all those
Monroe's middle names, not to be
But, next, John Adams had a middle name which was Quincy
Andrew Jackson, middle-nameless
Martin Van Buren, the same
But,
Same old towns, same old crowds
Same ups and downs, the same old routes now
The same drained feeling for the next few weeks
Same sent of cigarettes
straight up you know how it is
Word
Maybe they'll know not to diss next time
We let 'em know
Cause I ain't with it
Aight Jeff chill
impressed by lame dudes with no game
They're all the same, tryin' to get your instant messenger name
But the fact that you're hittin' me back made me smile
that we shared the
Same musical tastes so
We asked them to join our band
It was some of the greatest
Times of our lives playing music in
Taylor’s
you all on mines?
If I fuck your friend that gives advice, that a be a crime
You give her a Richard Mille, and she still wouldn't give you time
You in
also occastions when two
Songs were recorded at
The same time in separate studios in July
Engineer Geoff Emerick left the sessions
And did not work
With
disgusted by the kid on the sidewalk
Never mind
The only time the news will see his silhouette
Is in sidewalk chalk
Over the next couple weeks
They will talk
Gripped on like a Georgia peach
Anxiety that came from the streets
Money comin' by the day to week
Cold like I gotta wear a fleece
Pro-bay for case, now
straight up you know how it is
Word
Maybe they'll know not to diss next time
We let em know
Cause I ain't with it
Aight Jeff chill
later she burst through the door
Yet sneaking at the same time
Thinking her parents were asleep but they saw her this whole time
So I heard you lied!
Why you
Why you are on
You are on to the next one, next one
No I can't win no more
The week went fast and we head right back
To the same bar, same
funeral in that
Same fucking hoodie I wear
Every fucking battle!
You make the worst life decisions
For instance
Why the fuck do you throw up every time
You
time for no wham-bam thank you mam
Gas me up, get me drunk and hit, then you scram
The same old shit you pulled last week on Pam
I'm not having it, no
you hoped for
That's a real life question
Faith Journey teaching me some
Real life lessons
Spent the next week
In the same town preaching
Knut got sick
It's a shoot
cnd I been livin right above the poverty line
Been working round the clock
cnd I'm running out of time
7 days in a week
Been working over
jumped right in a week later and returned
I reckon she was only looking for a lover to burn
But I gave her my time for two or three nights
Then I put it
throbbing and strained
Dismembered and sobbing in pain
Well, we can't go back in time. I guess I gotta become a hitman. Let me log in your Name
The next time
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