Yo, now you gon' stop me from the top? Listen Shout out Harlem, man Shout out A$AP Rocky, man AWGE in the building, man What's good? Is that potato salad? Niggas give me the cold shoulder, I can speak for myself So I keep a high waist and alligator the

Baby come a little closer Let me lay some nibble kisses on your shoulder Baby maybe we could borrow Find a way to bag and Steal a few tomorrows and stay These last few days Here in these last few days You said that your favorite place What can I say

For your honor You will slaughter Every one of your daughters It's you who should be slaughtered Terror grips the steel with hunger Thirsting to avenge it's soiled pride I see a mad man You take their lives away as they sleep The blade kisses at their

I'm trying not to stare, it's too late The blankets over there, if you like I'm broken and I'm colder than hell I should've said I'd not come back here Your breakfast will get cold I really have to go It's easier to lie and be safe Time and time again

Black widow and white wood Why does butterscotch taste so good And we can't have any But we must we should Even though sugar can only do ya harm Lick the lips mischievous I'll go alone i don't care It's not my favorite color The darkness of a forest

You should've said no You should've gone home You should've thought twice before you let it all go You should've known that word like what you did with her Would get back to me (get back to me) And I should've been there In the back of your mind I

Now I know the only compass that I need Oh is the one, that leads back to you Is the one, that leads back to you But that's neither here nor there Should I call somebody else? 'Cause girl it's almost twelve, and this dick won't suck itself She had cat

Well, they say people come The say people go This particular diamond was extra special And though you might be gone, and the world may not know Still I see you, celestial And I should but I can't let you go But when I'm cold, I'm cold Yeah, when I'm cold

The way he should I got it bad, and that ain't good Never treats me sweet and gentle 'Cause I got it bad, and that ain't good My poor heart is sentimental Not made of wood But when the weekend's over And Monday rolls around My man and me We pray some

Oh, do you care, I still feel for you So aware, what should be lost is there All of my songs can only be composed of The greatest of pains Every single verse can only be born of The greatest of wishes I wish I had one more night to live Beware the beast