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teen pope - dear jeb (stan - eminem cover) lyrics

[dido]:
my tea’s gone cold
i’m wondering why i got out of bed at all
the morning rain clouds up my window
and i can’t see at all
and even if i could it’d all be gray
but your picture on my wall
it reminds me that it’s not so bad, it’s not so bad

my tea’s gone cold
i’m wondering why i got out of bed at all
the morning rain clouds up my window
and i can’t see at all
and even if i could it’d all be gray
but your picture on my wall
it reminds me that it’s not so bad, it’s not so bad

[jeb]:
dear trump, you cucked me, and you still ain’t callin’
i left my cell, my pager, and guac recipe at the bottom
i sent two letters back in autumn, you must not’ve got ’em
there probably was a problem at the first debate or somethin’
sometimes i deliver speeches, too sloppy when i jot ’em
but anyways, f-ck it, what’s been up, man? how’s your campaign?
my face is in the news, i’m tryin’ to be my father
if i saw my brother, guess what i tell ’em?
i tell ’em sorry
and i know i tried to stump you too, i’m sorry
i think about k!lling myself, ’cause you stump me so d-mn often
i know you probably hear this everyday, but i’m your biggest fan
i even stand on tippie toes to feel more like a man
i got a room full of trump posters and your pictures, man
i like the sh-t you did with rubio, that sh-t was fat
anyways, i hope you get this, trump, hit me back
just to chat, truly yours, a biggest pleb, this is jeb

[jeb]:
dear trump, you still ain’t called or wrote, i hope you have a chance
i ain’t g-y, i just want you to cuck me in my underpants
if you didn’t want to talk after the debate
and i wondered
if you woulda signed a guaca bowl for columba
that’s my little waifu man, she’s only four feet tall
we waited in the blisterin’ cold
for you, for four hours, and you didn’t show
that’s pretty sh-tty, trump, you’re like a f-ckin’ idol
and i wanna be inside you, but she likes it more than i do
na, i ain’t that mad though, i just don’t like being lied to
remember when we met in cleveland?
you said if i’d write you, you’d write back
see, i’m just like you in way: i never thought of running neither
i used to speak on iran’s leader
i can relate to what you’re sayin’ in your tweets
so when i have a sh-tty day, i eat some guac and read along
’cause i don’t really got sh-t else
so that sh-t helps when i’m depressed
i even got a tattoo that says trump across the chest
sometimes i even cut an avocado begging please
it’s like adrenaline, the guac is such a sudden rush for me
see everything you say is real, and i respect you ’cause you tell it
columba’s jealous ’cause i talk about you 24/7
but she don’t know you like i know you, trump, no one does
she don’t know what it was like getting f-cked inside the b-tt
you gotta cuck me man
i’ll be the biggest cuck you’ll ever lose, sincerely yours, jeb
p.s. we should eat guac together too

[jeb]:
dear mr.-i’m-too-good-to-cuck-or-f-ck-my-fans
this’ll be the last guaca bowl i ever send your -ss
it’s been six debates, and still no word – i don’t deserve it?
i know you got my last two letters
i wrote trump tower on ’em perfect
so this is my recipe i’m sendin’ you, i hope you use it
i’m in the car right now, i’m doin’ 90 on the freeway
hey, trump, i drank a fifth of guaca, you dare me to drive?
you know that debate where carson couldn’t open his eyes
and how that guy who coulda saved my campaign from stumpin’
but didn’t, cruz saw it all at the debate in cali
that’s kinda how this is: you coulda rescued me from stumpin’
now it’s too late, i ate an avocado, now i’m drowsy
and all i wanted was a lousy letter or a call
i hope you know i ripped all of your campaign posters off the wall
i loved you, trump, we coulda been together — think about it!
you ruined it, i hope you can’t sleep and you drop out about it
and when you drop out i hope you can’t tweet
and you scream about it; i hope your conscience eats at you
and you can’t stump without me
see, trump— shut up, b-tch! i’m tryin’ to talk
hey, trump, that’s columba screamin’ in the trunk
but i didn’t steal her guac, i just tied her up, see i ain’t like you
‘cause if there ain’t no avocados though well then she’ll die too
alright i gotta go, i’m almost at the bridge now
oh sh-t, i forgot, how can i stump you now?

[trump]:
dear jeb, i meant to write you sooner, but i just been busy
you said your guac is k!ller now, how delicious is the recipe?
look, i’m really glad you wanna cuck like that
and here’s an autograph for columba
i wrote it on a maga hat
i’m sorry i stumped you at the debate, it musta hurt you
don’t think i did that sh-t intentionally just to cuck you
but what’s this sh-t you said about you like to cuck your wife too?
i say that sh-t just clownin’, dawg, come on, how f-cked up is you?
you got some issues, jeb, i think you need some counselin’
to help your campaign regain some
b-lls when you get down some
and what’s this sh-t about us meant to cuck together?
that the type of sh-t that make me not want us to meet each other
i really think you and columba need each other
or maybe you just need to f-ck her better
i hope you get to read this letter
i just hope it reaches you in time
before you cuck yourself, i think that your campaign will be just fine
if you relax a little, i’m glad i inspire you, but jeb
why are you so mad? try to understand
that i do want you as a cuck
i just don’t want you to do some crazy sh-t
i seen this one cuck on the news
a couple weeks ago that made me sick
some dude was cuck and drove his car over a bridge
and had columba in the trunk
with guacamole and sh-t
and in the car they found a speech, but they didn’t say who it was to
come to think about it, his name was… it was you, jeb

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