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skittles - what lyrics

i want a duck to travel i’m hi as the sound that gross between fidelity and my nunn and nurse get worse
kale examples they’ve save themselves not only that my christmas wish list in the batch van i guess
yours is a cabby did i bleep nudist create yourself and you’re soft pen loose fools bic writer punt my
k!ller bike is sitting glass t+rds shat bat my wisest best is what undernoted
why then would you get in idk skittles with trevor moore & timmy such as that sucks to be a wkuk
what my inner thoughts that i steel off of you get the trucking off course you and your mother on the food course
but now i feel you never get the bed out in order weed to order
get bolder business bought off the cold as f+ck need a new palm made container for your get f+cked inquiry
what, what kind is it mine what does the ghost coast to coast got to do with it what am i more soaring with lyrics than
soap absorbing socrates the scholar i’m made partially of poster boy particles
that other notes form frats got me inside gurus slime slush i need the drink i’m freaking beat b+tch
and i keep telling you i’m a listener because
you and thunder thighs with a dead beat learn from me skittles and i thought though
be what you oughtta be and me myself i be what i started as just don’t need a no sender return
ripped dose kites manned by weed grams that lose this time i meet thinks if disguises laugh about thin iceland’s
get a retreat be enough why what i don’t eat it f+cks b+tch selves expire
trust in place of these lancers i need the gear that better for my lasting bong rip i need another dose
with mint chutes and ladders likely i’m betting in vegas again to the latterer
get batter in silly string guest i move thumbs up through the ceiling butchers done found has bliss to us
but what you’re getting into hasn’t even bunched up the theory with the ties and shoes
tripping clouds named boring will neck men i’m shooting brew & i’m no solution i’m itching
what does this make sense i need a solar day in case i pray to my creator and eminem’s my younger brother
but i know things on the land and thin figurines play my day before gyros and dragon kites

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