Lyrics:
the bank
Never take L's
Dont ever take breaks
I got the skills you cant annunciate
Asking for favors you gon have to wait
Bitch i be drippin can tell by
To know his name
I thought I would have found it by now
But you keep on playin' these games
Why you trynna hide?
It'll only make it worse
I just wanna shake
just to have a little fun
Until the day is done
Well I saw why
Ooh, do you even try
Oh to find an alibi
If you come around I hope you stay
Anything you're picking now
Pissing in the wind
Betting on a losing friend
Making the same mistakes
We swore we'd never make again
Pissing in the wind
wanna leave, take good care
Hope you have a lot of nice things to wear
But then a lot of nice things turn bad out there
Yeah
Oh, baby, baby, it's a wild
know me I with solid star
Do good for the hope
Do good for the helpless
If wan remember the people you fit remember
Show love to your friend
Show love
Got a feeling I've been here before
Watching as you cross the killing floor
You know you'll have to pay it all
You'll pay today or pay tomorrow
the nigga with the hoodrat
Mm, mm, mm, mm, got it down pat
You call her what you want or even all that
I been taught by the best, so put it to rest
And I
is right
Wrong is wrong
Right is right
Wrong is wrong
Said he's comin' by five, my friend
And I desire to live again
If you hear me, let me know
Woh
A Telecaster is all you need...
Me and my imaginary friend
Have been going round the
Bend for some time now
For some time now...
And me and Timmy Turd
Are
through with me, let me know your mind
Woah-oh, what I want to know, is are you kind?
It's a buck dancer's choice my friend better take my advice
You
through with me, let me know your mind
Woah-oh, what I want to know, is are you kind?
It's a buck dancer's choice my friend better take my advice
You
By Roger Waters
You gotta be crazy, you gotta have a real need
You gotta sleep on your toes, and when you're on the street
You gotta be able
and dead
I keep a picture of you
I couldn't tell you the year
Sneaking some cake in your cheeks
The stillness brings me to tears
What hands have cradled
I hate it when you think
That I'm manipulating you
You're 19, judged by your
Friends just because I'm 22
I'm hating what I'm feeling
I know that I'm
show".
You don't have to be rich
Now to have plenty friends
Keep some cash on hand
If you pay off in the end
Please believe me, gonna tell it to you
What are we
What are we are you hurting me
You did not come my way
I was alright by myself
I was doing very okay
You didn’t have to pretend
We could av
fired
Off the back pages
Callin up they friends
Like do you Need a spine Arrangement
I can't explain it
So don't be mad
If you see me with your girl
In
ask is that you don't get mad at me (mad at me)
When you have to purchase mad D batteries (batteries)
Appreciate every mixtape your friends make
Bells will be ringing the sad, sad news
Oh, what a Christmas to have the blues
My baby's gone, I have no friends
To wish me greetings once again
I used to think my life was so empty
I used to think life was passin' me by
Well, I was just about ready
To curl up and die
But then one day I
amp up to eleven. six nickel wound strings have saved me again.
Suits and ties are not to congregate in my sanctuary judged only by my hands.
down here
to take, My soul to take, I pray the Lord my soul to take
Well the Lord's gonna catch a fucking break, cause I ain't have a soul for days
Lost my soul
and they're guarding you through it
Stop making problems out of nothing 'cause you're used to having problems
Obsess like you're possessed by a ghost of your
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