Mayla
Got a job lined up lifting soil for the Nursery
Dyed hair so scared definitely my Priority
Tunnel vision can't see like you dad
Touched her naval make her lips Smack
F slurs yeah like fascist, practice Foreplay no we play minecraft
Fuck that this song sucks ass
I go nuts when she wears all black
But my dick can't grow no it's wack
I'm just fine having time to go mad
So inclined to whine if you're there Last
Squeezing limes in your eyes you're So bad
Spending my dimes on the wife she Drop that
Pissing in wine cause it's mine until the Show wraps
Adjust the way you act symbiotically
Silence is power don't talk to me
Working symbiotically
Slurring don't talk to me
Morning don't talk to me
Mormon don't talk to me
I looked at the fine print
Told them this shits mine bitch
In the freezing cold why i
Got to cross this fat ass ditch
I'm such a fucking asshole
Blow your head off fetch the
Camera
Take a picture that's my album
Dawn of the black hearts mind Your Manners
In a band we've got some heat
Yeah it's chill, we play pretty
Still need our album we can Bump in the car
But as far as we are we make Ends Meet
Just found out Egypt exists Trish
I'm going off with phyrexians
Pulling out the commas semi colons Periods but i'm
Making brownies should i bake this Take this wait bitch
Take me serious
Pulling out the hebrew french
I'm a linguist
I copped that shit with ease
These hands veiny the bitches plead
Your sex life's none of my
Business bro
Come to my house though let's Make emo yo
Oh shit i got more spit
Here wanna hear about my outfit
She likes dickies proletariat
My drip hard but so far no clit
Black ops two i'll load a clip
Gun game ladders i choose Marksman
She is smart but she's from England
If the pussy hits home i'll drown in it
Take me seriously playing bar Mitzvahs at thirty three my Dreams got so much underneath Buddy could
You shut up please
I'm trying to lose cliches when I'm writing but it's
Easy when my topics are niche Yet they're rhyming
Pelle looks at me with pride and Envy inside him, got an
A in english semantics i'm Fucking Tired
Dyed hair so scared definitely my Priority
Tunnel vision can't see like you dad
Touched her naval make her lips Smack
F slurs yeah like fascist, practice Foreplay no we play minecraft
Fuck that this song sucks ass
I go nuts when she wears all black
But my dick can't grow no it's wack
I'm just fine having time to go mad
So inclined to whine if you're there Last
Squeezing limes in your eyes you're So bad
Spending my dimes on the wife she Drop that
Pissing in wine cause it's mine until the Show wraps
Adjust the way you act symbiotically
Silence is power don't talk to me
Working symbiotically
Slurring don't talk to me
Morning don't talk to me
Mormon don't talk to me
I looked at the fine print
Told them this shits mine bitch
In the freezing cold why i
Got to cross this fat ass ditch
I'm such a fucking asshole
Blow your head off fetch the
Camera
Take a picture that's my album
Dawn of the black hearts mind Your Manners
In a band we've got some heat
Yeah it's chill, we play pretty
Still need our album we can Bump in the car
But as far as we are we make Ends Meet
Just found out Egypt exists Trish
I'm going off with phyrexians
Pulling out the commas semi colons Periods but i'm
Making brownies should i bake this Take this wait bitch
Take me serious
Pulling out the hebrew french
I'm a linguist
I copped that shit with ease
These hands veiny the bitches plead
Your sex life's none of my
Business bro
Come to my house though let's Make emo yo
Oh shit i got more spit
Here wanna hear about my outfit
She likes dickies proletariat
My drip hard but so far no clit
Black ops two i'll load a clip
Gun game ladders i choose Marksman
She is smart but she's from England
If the pussy hits home i'll drown in it
Take me seriously playing bar Mitzvahs at thirty three my Dreams got so much underneath Buddy could
You shut up please
I'm trying to lose cliches when I'm writing but it's
Easy when my topics are niche Yet they're rhyming
Pelle looks at me with pride and Envy inside him, got an
A in english semantics i'm Fucking Tired
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Writer(s): Adrian Brown
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