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Ideas
00:51
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Pray for my sisters and renegades
They bugging, we turn em to lemonade
I had that pussy on menopause
With all of the growth that I demonstrate
I’d knock her up with a bigger dick
I heard the last one did em in
Knock your socks off with a limerick
Never drop, rock Adidas to the Wimbledon
I rock your verse out the game
The way that I’m spitting my shit, I am limitless
I put that shit on the blame
I make it a claim
And tell the stenographer record it
Don’t need a mic, I perform it the same
Weighing the price of my fame
Sixteen followers to my name
She saying there’s god in the white that I bust
But there ain’t no god in the white of the dust
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Hospice (That's Love)
03:30
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If I’da fallen for you
Shut yourself off, and hide the drugs
I got a big white D for suburban plugs, and that’s love
Wasting away on a pile of rugs
Sometimes all a boy need a hug
Find a new glass to crush the molly up
Little bitch had to keep her body up
And little bitch had to keep her body guard
Complaining, but it saved me, and got me hard
Should’ve left what’s right, then I lost my direction
Broke ass hoes never find me stepping
I’m here for em, sucking up their shit like a reverend
All I got to my name is an erection
Chain-tied life to a vacuum
Sing your space cadet sonata in my bathroom
Rapping bout hoes, guess the new shit’s emo
Fuck am I complaining when I’m rubbing out their ego
Had to raise these hoes
When I’m just tryna be their daddy tho
Call it a fallacy, the way they fall ass first
Now we fucking on the patio
I give em something to remember like the Alamo
You can suck my dick and I ain’t fucking playing
Motherfucker what are you debating?
I got a big white D for suburban plugs
I got a brand new problem, with some brand new drugs
And it’s good
The weight of your head on my shoulder
I can’t be everything
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pony island
04:24
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What in the fuck are you on?
What in the fuck do you need?
I found a couple of moms, a couple of sons
A million daughters to feed
I got a couple of bitches in Vegas
Who tryna hope for a world off the beans
And I got a million hoes
Stuck on the island of lost dreams
Getting bodied, they been climbing the branches
Stuck in the land where the trees burn
Where the fiends play
When the fiends learn, hit the freeway
To the relay to the relapse
So pet your pets, .that’s what they there for
Trust no one
Keep both of your knees capped, and your words tight
Honey, who do you care for? For the third time
Now, who are you?
In the backyard, I dig a hole
Come and text me when he’s gone
I know where you are
I know it ain’t worth its weight in gold
He has the note now, there’s so many takes
Do you forgive me? The sun doesn’t rise in the sky
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Keeping Out (Abbie)
04:04
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You could find a better man
He’s out there for you
With roses in his dirty hands
I could love him too
The promises he’d make
To get inside your head
For all the dumb mistakes
Kept better in his bed
Could you love me again?
More than you love him
I could want a minute now
It’ll all be right in the end
You to come around
Feeling up your new best friend
Keeping out for some one else
Taking after me again
I could love you till the stars blow
But I can’t be what you need
If all I am is cargo?
Then what are you to me?
Abbie, will you stay? Just another day?
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Gia
05:21
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There’s a devil at your door again, I’m sorry
Sip a little sauce, you’ll be just fine
I can’t be your therapist
And your sugar daddy if all you are is mine
You lend your money to the patrons
I keep mine inside the vault
Past 1am you feel like a side chick
In the morning all the fun dies
Meet me in the graveyard, bring my six string
We can get high and watch the sun rise
Isn’t it so nice to feel so loved?
And it’s so fun to feel this way about you
I never thought I’d feel the same about someone new
Look at me, I’m all you need
I’m your world
Is it too late to say I hate you
For all the stupid shit you’ve done?
I can’t be a pacifist
And infatuated when all I have is won
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playing dead
01:40
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Will you save a seat for me?
The answers went straight to my brain
Maybe if I pretend to sleep
Everything will be okay
There’s a trash mound on Patterson
Of possums, pollution, and rugs
I’ll save a seat for you
For when you’re back on the drugs
Oh, what a beautiful thing
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