I'm not your tick pony, but sure you can brush my hair.
yes I have your candy cane, and a little I savior faire.
Sure I remember the paper, But Baby it's still sex that sells
While Disney, and Cool J can keep you mezmerized
Who you think it is that writes those spells, those arn't chimes
your at the gates of hell. I remember when your granny fell.
We called it a fetish, I mean who would be eating dead fish?
But the kiss of life, and the kiss of death ended up with the same wish.
I left you in the saddest state, the world on the verge of night.
While I was banging on heavens doors, you were cleaning her floors.
It wasn't me who left, I stayed and took my licks, lost some marbles.
Got my kicks, I'm that slacker Extra, or Jin Ari?
I scream why you messing with my girl. Not like I've ever met.
I'm free range chicken no starbucks turns me on.
you wanna know where I found my light, why I let it make me mad.
Well come over into my Head Space, and we can sing an ode to joy.
I never used to dance, though I often sang along, it wasn't the motion of an ocean
it was that Syd that fucked the sky. though it was Nancy paid the fare.
I didn't come here to battle, but I can spit a little game
And I didn't come here to tattle, its not me lookin at Lame figments, ,
But if I am a figment, and you are a Fantasy
what we are, is caught in between. Where I lost myself holo answers.
Now it's club Mt Vern Non, mostly concrete blondes.
They been shorted, and sorted, tatted and courted.
You talk about love not always what I think. your heart is all out of ink
Holy isn't ribbons, and bows, pretty words to tame your sole.
Love isn't plastic people at garden parties wishing they could be your fad.
Closed Caption Creation TV for the Rick generations.
Morty was the SuperStar that bitch Rick Rhoade to become a Car?
Holly got some wood but it wasn't mine, though I guess I gave it the power.
Why you think they called it Baby's Shower.
If this is Thieves world you can call me ShadowsPawn.
Whoally is burnt, it's been lit, and drifted between it gets shifted phased out
why you think they call it spun. The Dead are greatful, an everyone wants eternal life.
be a child of forever, that shits in the heart and mind.
a crazy scab on eternity, serving gods flesh, it only wants your everything.
GoobleGooble Google I'm a willing sniper though I'm a bit deranged.
If I wasn't would any of us have made it this far?
P p p p people deal in ultimatums I was always a whiz kid.
and that can be sold in stores, you can make all your kids machines
you'll never find another mon to star Day time, night time, with dope beats, and honey rhymes
demands are for Amanda sometimes I fill that spot, I'm a g it's just what I came her for.
giggle girls, good time boys, I started down that walk of fame.
But even Then She knew I wasn't just a sugar skull
My potential dis astors, Trumps just a playin in da band so if you think he's out of time
believe he's out of line, make sure he's your quaking duck, be sure you check his logs.
lines are meant to form circles, tangles, knots are the domain of time. Its why no matter
what she did, Alex will always be times.
Bump to the Beat, Blow up the spot, fall in love with Mary
move, meditate, howling winds don't hesitate. a duke, a count a piece of eight.
Cen T roid
yes I have your candy cane, and a little I savior faire.
Sure I remember the paper, But Baby it's still sex that sells
While Disney, and Cool J can keep you mezmerized
Who you think it is that writes those spells, those arn't chimes
your at the gates of hell. I remember when your granny fell.
We called it a fetish, I mean who would be eating dead fish?
But the kiss of life, and the kiss of death ended up with the same wish.
I left you in the saddest state, the world on the verge of night.
While I was banging on heavens doors, you were cleaning her floors.
It wasn't me who left, I stayed and took my licks, lost some marbles.
Got my kicks, I'm that slacker Extra, or Jin Ari?
I scream why you messing with my girl. Not like I've ever met.
I'm free range chicken no starbucks turns me on.
you wanna know where I found my light, why I let it make me mad.
Well come over into my Head Space, and we can sing an ode to joy.
I never used to dance, though I often sang along, it wasn't the motion of an ocean
it was that Syd that fucked the sky. though it was Nancy paid the fare.
I didn't come here to battle, but I can spit a little game
And I didn't come here to tattle, its not me lookin at Lame figments, ,
But if I am a figment, and you are a Fantasy
what we are, is caught in between. Where I lost myself holo answers.
Now it's club Mt Vern Non, mostly concrete blondes.
They been shorted, and sorted, tatted and courted.
You talk about love not always what I think. your heart is all out of ink
Holy isn't ribbons, and bows, pretty words to tame your sole.
Love isn't plastic people at garden parties wishing they could be your fad.
Closed Caption Creation TV for the Rick generations.
Morty was the SuperStar that bitch Rick Rhoade to become a Car?
Holly got some wood but it wasn't mine, though I guess I gave it the power.
Why you think they called it Baby's Shower.
If this is Thieves world you can call me ShadowsPawn.
Whoally is burnt, it's been lit, and drifted between it gets shifted phased out
why you think they call it spun. The Dead are greatful, an everyone wants eternal life.
be a child of forever, that shits in the heart and mind.
a crazy scab on eternity, serving gods flesh, it only wants your everything.
GoobleGooble Google I'm a willing sniper though I'm a bit deranged.
If I wasn't would any of us have made it this far?
P p p p people deal in ultimatums I was always a whiz kid.
and that can be sold in stores, you can make all your kids machines
you'll never find another mon to star Day time, night time, with dope beats, and honey rhymes
demands are for Amanda sometimes I fill that spot, I'm a g it's just what I came her for.
giggle girls, good time boys, I started down that walk of fame.
But even Then She knew I wasn't just a sugar skull
My potential dis astors, Trumps just a playin in da band so if you think he's out of time
believe he's out of line, make sure he's your quaking duck, be sure you check his logs.
lines are meant to form circles, tangles, knots are the domain of time. Its why no matter
what she did, Alex will always be times.
Bump to the Beat, Blow up the spot, fall in love with Mary
move, meditate, howling winds don't hesitate. a duke, a count a piece of eight.
Cen T roid
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