Cotillard
Motherfuckers I've got better flows
I go to bed and I think of those
I think of you. My finger rose
Fucking sick of this episode
Change my life, get a better role
She's in my head, yeah I better roll
Its been a while, I've been to bed at all
Pain in my head, need a Panadol
Take a drink, give me ten of those
All alone, got no bell at home
Speak to me, use a better tone
Speak to me, use a better tone
Im that neighbour, better lawn
They talking shit, but they tag along
Stalion, no sattle on
Smoking, dont talk babylon
Motherfuckers babble on
Better off in bed alone
Waking up with a red alarm
I'm that homie, never wrong
Picked you up when you fell alone
Forget that shit, just light the cone
2 bodies locked in the barn
Shut the fuck up, remain calm
Skip that page I carry on
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Skip that page I carry on
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Don't know what the fuck you're talking about
You're talking shit and my dick is all up in your mouth
I'm looking down, you're just a part of the crowd
I hear them lower their voice when I come around
Don't know what the fuck you're talking about
You're talking shit and my dick is all up in your mouth
I'm looking down, you're just a part of the crowd
I hear them lower their voice when I come around
I go to bed and I think of those
I think of you. My finger rose
Fucking sick of this episode
Change my life, get a better role
She's in my head, yeah I better roll
Its been a while, I've been to bed at all
Pain in my head, need a Panadol
Take a drink, give me ten of those
All alone, got no bell at home
Speak to me, use a better tone
Speak to me, use a better tone
Im that neighbour, better lawn
They talking shit, but they tag along
Stalion, no sattle on
Smoking, dont talk babylon
Motherfuckers babble on
Better off in bed alone
Waking up with a red alarm
I'm that homie, never wrong
Picked you up when you fell alone
Forget that shit, just light the cone
2 bodies locked in the barn
Shut the fuck up, remain calm
Skip that page I carry on
Find Cotillard Marion
Skip that page I carry on
Find Cotillard Marion
Don't know what the fuck you're talking about
You're talking shit and my dick is all up in your mouth
I'm looking down, you're just a part of the crowd
I hear them lower their voice when I come around
Don't know what the fuck you're talking about
You're talking shit and my dick is all up in your mouth
I'm looking down, you're just a part of the crowd
I hear them lower their voice when I come around
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Writer(s): Joseph Grinda
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