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Glasses Malone
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Purses Feat. Beach Boy
If I was perfect If I was perfect If I was perfect If I was perfect If I was perfect If I was perfect
Caught again I'm caught again Shit dog, I'm caught again She going off, going off Curse me out in front of all the friends Rightfully, I can't argue I'm proud of her, her heart too That pain sharp as harpoons Try and feel it, it's hard too man Them tears make me feel heartless Get the loud scenes on this Pray I don't need karma or she better pray that I'm on this yea Yea, that's self-restraining, self-ashaming Little son, my mind is tainting my dick While this hard to tain me Bullseye wherever I'm aiming
I cause that anguish, I cause that self-front Her wounds heal but I keep on cutting Wanna cut me up, like a fuck a chick She rather be alone And so I'm down here, at the mall Louie store, these sells men know me
I cause that anguish, I cause that self-front Her wounds heal but I keep on cutting Wanna cut me up, like a fuck a chick She rather be alone And so I'm down here, at the mall Gucci store, these sells men know me
She got so many purses, Never meant to hurt you But I try to make it up It's not like I do it on purpose She got so many purses, So many purses So many purses So many purses She got so many purses, Never meant to hurt you But I try to make it up It's not like I do it on purpose She got so many purses, So many purses You wouldn't have so many if I was perfect love no
But since I'm not, your closet filled with stupid bags Burk it, but let's see all of that new sling on my stupid ass Keep fucking up, keep fucking up Couple racks just to bustin up Thank God she never bust me up Or bust my head when I was fast asleep Slow to marriage, fast to creep Damn G, you a fashion's creep Thank God for fashion 更多更详尽歌词 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔镜歌词网 I thank God for fashion You done help me up, build me up Took my mind off the pain Whether lock er or fuck er Either way I'm backs off the chain
I cause that anguish, I cause that self-front Her wounds heal but I keep on cutting Wanna cut me up, like a fuck a chick She rather be alone And so I'm down here, at the mall Versace store, these sells men know me
I cause that anguish, I cause that self-front Her wounds heal but I keep on cutting Wanna cut me up, like a fuck a chick She rather be alone And so I'm down here, at the mall Prada store, these sells men know me
She got so many purses, Never meant to hurt you But I try to make it up It's not like I do it on purpose She got so many purses, So many purses So many purses So many purses She got so many purses, Never meant to hurt you But I try to make it up It's not like I do it on purpose She got so many purses, So many purses You wouldn't have so many if I was perfect love no
Tell me baby if I was perfect If I was perfect love Uh, if I was perfect
But since I'm not, your closet filled with stupid bags With stupid bags, with stupid bags But since I'm not, your closet filled with stupid bags With stupid bags, with stupid bags
She got so many purses, Never meant to hurt you But I try to make it up It's not like I do it on purpose She got so many purses, So many purses So many purses So many purses She got so many purses, Never meant to hurt you But I try to make it up It's not like I do it on purpose She got so many purses, So many purses You wouldn't have so many if I was perfect love no
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