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Awww But the polar bear ate the dog after lol |
Who started this? Now I can't stop...
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There's just something beautiful and inspiring about species that don't give a **** about species.
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^ He's such a good lion dad to his tiny strange children!
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You remember sitting inside the café
Selfishly aware of things You couldn’t change Edith was buried down the same street ‘Give your heart & soul to me’ You remember the first time You called Life arranged by feelings You felt Standing in the snow Always gone The door in the floor Always closed You sat down on the patio Watched the cars go by Heard the splash from Icarus Falling from the sky There was something You couldn’t move You couldn’t be Love turned into reasoning Became so harrowing People You loved Places You saw Portions are gone |
He's just a boy, and I'm just a girl.
Can I make it anymore obvious? We are in love. Haven't you heard how we rock each other's world? I'm with the skater boy. I said, "See ya later, boy." I'll be backstage after the show. I'll be at the studio singing the song we wrote About a girl you used to know. |
My daddy spent his life lookin' up at the sky
He'd cuss kick the dust, sayin' son its way to dry It clouds up in the city, the weather man complains But where I come from, rain is a good thing Rain makes corn, corn makes whiskey Whiskey makes my baby, feel a little frisky Back roads are boggin' up, my buddies pile up in my truck We hunt our hunnies down, we take 'em into town Start washin' all our worries down the drain Rain is a good thing Ain't nothin' like a kiss out back in the barn Ringin' out our soakin' clothes, ridin' out a thunderstorm When the tin roof gets to talkin' it's the best love we've made Yeah where I come from, rain is a good thing |
**** Pusha T and anybody that love him
His head up his ass, I'mma have to head-butt him Gut him, Lil Tunechi ****, weak stomach It's me, LT, like when you heat butter Old pussy in a can, red is the flag **** with me wrong I'll put your head in your hands There'd be blood everywhere, I got bloods everywhere I'm a alien, I hope you ain't the Prince of Bel Air That's real nigga talk, these niggas speechless Cut off his arm and leg like I charge for my features Hammer on my side like I work in construction Your bitch hit that head so hard we get concussions Niggas can't see me, not even a glimpse Too many banana clips, I feel like chimps South Beach bitch and I tan line stupid You could find me on Collins like Bootsy I ain't on no **** ****, I be on that Truk Fit Your girl do tongue tricks and you sweeter than one six All I ever see is Ben Franklin face I chase the bank, I don't bank with Chase You ****in' with some niggas that'll murk y'all Nigga you softer than a mother****in' Nerf ball Bird call, brr, what happened to that boy? He was talkin' ****, we put a clap into that boy Tunechi! |
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I'm guessing that person doesn't see many black women.
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