This is what it sounded like.
This is what it sounded like.
This is what it sounded like.
This is what it sounded like.
This is what it sounded like.
This is what it sounded like.
We represent the panic.
It's schizophrenic and panic.
Maybe the past would understand.
If they get off their ass, how do you manage?
Paranoid.
Don't even trust my boys.
Watch for the flattened floors.
And boy.
He can get this joke off.
He can get this
And we can get the stroke on And we can get the smoke on Wind up and cry This is what it sounded like This is what it sounded like This is what it sounded like This is what it sounded like This is what it sounded like Wind up and cry Wind up and cry This is what it sounded like This is what it sounded like This is what it sounded like Wind up and cry
We keepin' the lights on at Ruthless tonight.
In the fall, thinkin' I'm expected to take your clothes off.
But my dick goes off.
Never make business with your sickness.
And I miss seein' me flippin' in the picnic with your little dividing conga.
But my sister was ready to farm and get off to Disney.
In a bar with my boys.
Me and my boys.
Give us a toy.
How could you ever tell Sony that I was the only one makin' toys?
Landin' in a breached plus.
Lookin' together.
Ha!
Never judge yo.
Look by the cover.
Word to the motherfucker.
I didn't stutter, but what if I lost and it came in the office and nobody noticed?
With liquid explosives on top of Versace clothes.
Give up the ghost.
This is what it sounds like.
This is what it sounds like.
This is what it sounds like.
This is what it sounds like.
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Oh, you.
Oh, no.
It'll make your body shake when it's too late, soon as you flipped off the safety.
Baby, this we all, they don't tell me you crazy.
Well, they tell me, hell no.
For the reason this weeping we had already beaming so cheap.
And at least she peepings your peep.
Deep down in your pockets, no sleep.
Running with my crucifix, Lucifer usually uses the ruler of these wicked chicks in the school of these cattle gangs.
And the fool of this bitch is missing.
Shame, shame, shame.
Enemies attacking me.
Actually, I'm in the grain.
That's Mr. Majesty.
These casualties.
Well, they pass and goodbye.
But I hear they're pouring when it's all cold in the room.
Who's calling?
Better come after me.
We say.
Yo, all in the battle, we battle when the hook rocks.
This is what it sounds like when the hook rocks.
And this is what it sounds like.
This is what it sounds like.
This is what it sounds like.
This is what it sounds like.
This is what it sounds like.
This is what it sounds like when the hook rocks.
Win a thug.
Win a thug.
Win a thug.
Win a thug.
