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Taco Stand
03:12
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You know the bus systems like you know the veins on the back of your hand
You’ve said hi to that homeless man on Sixth, by that taco stand
Downtown’s been no stranger to you
She’s been as kind as the streets have been true for the last ninety years, or has it been more?
You say you want to see the city
You say you want to go outside
Yet you haven’t had the money or the energy
To take the bus since last July
Well I think that you need to stop pretending
That you don’t have any time
It’s about the city that you love
That you don’t really know of
You say you wanna go…
So go!
You say you want to see the city
You say you want to go outside
Yet you haven’t had the money or the energy to take the bus since last July
Well, I think that you need to stop pretending
That you don’t have any time
It’s about the city that you love
That you don’t really know of
Don’t really know of
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2. |
White Money
03:27
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I know that you’re rich
And you’ve got your ways of making me too
I can see it in your smile
I can smell it on your lips
I can hear it when you chew
And I know old money, old money
Drive a stick Ferrari
Dig a ditch, white papi
I know sparkling water, tan body
Look the same, look the same
Incestual family
I know that you’re sick
And you’ve got your ways of making me too
I can see it in your smile, I can feel it in your eyes
I don’t want your hips, I don’t want your lies
And I know blood money, blood money
Crash a chrome Bugatti
Hiding out in Abu Dhabi
I know Lil Yachty ain’t your homie
Kanye face, fake tamales
Asian women in your B&Bs
Positively tired of having to explain myself
No, I haven’t seen her crying on the bathroom tile
It’s been a while
I know that you’re empty
I know that you’re empty
I know that you’re empty
And you’re using me to fill the holes
That you carved in your own body
I can see it in your hands
I can feel it in your glance
Get the hell away from me
Positively tired of having to explain myself
No, I haven’t seen her crying on the bathroom tile
It’s been a while
It’s been a while
It’s been a while
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3. |
Black Tongue (Live)
03:10
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Hot! (Aww)
You can keep your black tongue
Well I found at the mortuary
You know I'm gonna want some want some
We'll hide in the back room gonna have a packed suit
With this you will regret
Just let it be
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Sonny kept his ring on
Red tape so ordinary
Love I feel like it was gone, gone, gone, gone
Lets do this like a prison break,
I want to see you scream and shake
Boy you just a stupid bitch
And girl you just a no good dick...
(Hot!)
Were gonna keep it in the family
Yeah well even though we're on the run
You know they're gonna want some, want some
We'll hide in the back room gonna have a packed suit
With this you will regret
Just let it be
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Boy you just a stupid bitch
And girl you just a no good dick!
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