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james franklyn - 659 lyrics

she may, she may, she may
she may, she may, she may
she may, she may, she may
she may, she may, she may

gotta get over the things they say
gotta get over the things i think
she may, she may, she may

she makin me feel all my m-ss appeal
but i’m low as h-ll when i ain’t the deal
i’m a rising sun, i’m wakin’ daffodils
aang will praise me when he see i switch the wheel
im a burning fire then i’m damp as gills
i done probably crossed about a hundred hills
a molly, rock infested set of landfills
gotta move to where ya sight a standstill
where the fear of loss will k!ll you in ya man’s vessel
n-ggas itchin movin need some pramipoxle
‘altruism based in good redressals
got the dames fixated on the gold of peasants
go through seven levels go through recrudescence
get the h-llish message that to be accepted
gotta banish devils in succinct succesion
gain a self aesthetic get ya manly medicine

yall f-ckin stallin got a long haul
got a lot of haulin
and you sittin on yo -ss bird watchin
bring the similac the babies heard knockin
make em do they own math nerds rockin
its a certain way you gotta learn knowledge
yo we learnin life throughout the herd’s wylin
stick with maladaptive violent silent boxin
this the real unboxin

she may, she may, she may
she may, she may, she may
she may, she may, she may
she may, she may, she may

gotta get over the things they say
gotta get over the things i think
she may, she may, she may

she may, she may, she may
she may, she may, she may
she may, she may, she may
she may, she may, she may

she may, she may, she may
gotta get over the things i think
she may, she may, she may

ruined my best thing cause i couldn’t my mood
i deeply regrets things that i said that ain’t the truth
i told her i’m super sorry, but baby this ain’t the end
i gotta grow a little ‘fore i ask you to commit

she may, she may, she may
she may, she may, she may
she may, she may, she may
she may, she may, she may

gotta get over the things they say
gotta get over the things i think
she may, she may, she may

i’m out in the calabasas then we move wit nasa
them the holy visions of a sunken master
and they all withheld cause i’m a civil b-st-rd
i’m a civil b-st-rd with a blackened asterisk
from the blackened adages inside my p-ssages
i’m really baffled b-tch and watch you laugh at this
i say you ravishing, ya lips will smack at this
i lost my way, and then i lost my savageness
you got me stumbling, you got me babbling
i got my soul, and now i got my magic knit
i’m down as d-cks threw in a dump of spit
then i grab my fate when i was failing sh-t
then i thought you left me, all you had to say was
“boy you suffocatin, i can’t feel you lately
and you ain’t the same king, now i need sp-ce b
it’s time to wipe the slate clean
time to cut the brow you lookin’ ad
when you feel yourself, you have me crazy”
it’s the little beams that hold the highest things
now i know you mean i need my own beams
that’s the main attraction now i am the scene
n-gga trained himself to do the hyperbeam
i done cleared my system with the niacin
i control the boos i feel like bobidi

she may, she may, she may
she may, she may, she may
she may, she may, she may
she may, she may, she may

gotta get over the things they say
gotta get over the things i think
she may, she may, she may

- james franklyn lyrics

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