Apple Kick the rotten fruit Life is full of fresh energy Depth on my tongue the beauty is mortal You could have a bite Out of happiness If it
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Kick the rotten fruit Life is full of fresh energy Depth on my tongue the beauty is mortal You could have a bite Out of happiness If it doesn't taste
through the hallway Crawling up the stairs And baby baby baby baby baby Bekila Given up on whiskey Taken up with tequila I'm on my own in my blind alley I turn myself
cell It made a little craziness, maybe I'm blind But for me to leave now, lookin for love could take a lifetime So I'm keepin mine, Uh-huh, keep me blind
em. everyone's potential enemy who loves to diss. virtual acquaintances only exist on a buddy list. I'll hug and kiss myself to sleep while needing
Check, check it Fuckin' with a nigga like myself your lyrics fail Laverne's gear shows your record so unless the hoe's butt naked You're a loser, decrepit
When you have a young kid and a wife then you need somewhere green far from the city It's rambling old house with a big apple tree With a swing for the
see them living in proverty I gotta be on point, I anoit myself savior with new flavor Like craig with my third eye I cried Shed tears in the mind for being blind
chianti and talked about esprit de corps. Louise made a couple of passes at Gus and Freddy who hates any kind of a fuss did half the big apple and twisted
1903" They say they know everything But they can't do shit without your help "You kids with your sort-sleeve shirts... Eh... I just crapped myself... "
a little craziness, maybe I'm blind But for me to leave now lookin' for love would take a lifetime So I'm keepin' mine, uh-huh, fuck it keep me blind
serious simile injury This style is heart of darkness parallel-parked next to awkward imfamy, the holy mountainous ounces pounce Skullduggery the blind
on chianti and talked about esprit de corps. Louise made a couple of passes at Gus and Freddy who hates any kind of a fuss did half the big apple and
to wonder how and why, my life was bad Wanted to be anything, except like my dad My apple fell far from the tree, straight out of the yard Raising myself
in proverty I gotta be on point, I anoit myself savior with new flavor like craig with my third eye I cried Shed tears in the mind for being blind
was 1903" They say they know everything But they can't do shit without your help "You kids with your sort-sleeve shirts... Eh... I just crapped myself
