ITT: Lyrics that you personally like, but you have no reason

>I'm seein body after body and our mayor Giuliani
>Ain't tryna see no black man turn to John Gotti

Got the DNA of gothic lemons
Shred it thirteen times
Out of eleven
Your bad ideas are the ATM

>>74695531
Good track OP.

>1, 2, 3, who should I kill?
>Every motherfucker running up the hill
>1, 2, 3, what should I do?
>Get fucked up and fuck up-a you

Call off the search for your soul
Or put it on hold again
She's having a sly indoor smoke,
She calls the folks
Who run this, her oldest friends
Sipping her drink and laughing at imaginary jokes
As all the signals are sent
Her eyes invite you to approach
And it seems as though, those lumps in your throat
That you just swallowed have got you going
Come on, come on, come on
Come on, come on, come on
Number one party anthem

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>AND IT WAS COLD AND IT RAINED SO I FELT LIKE AN ACTOR
>AND I THOUGHT OF MA AND I WANTED TO GET BACK THERE
>YOUR FACE
>YOUR RACE
>THE WAY THAT YOU TALK
>I KISS YOU YOU'RE BEAUTIFUL I WANT YOU TO WALK

>>74695531
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>>74695621
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