This is a song about "David lynch"

Words so effortless, call me henry david thoreau.

I had a crush now we grown and we still so thorough

As i annihilate the very thing that once was sacred

I see our lives faded, as we search for our david/

I'll fuck up more tricks than a crack-addicted david blaine,

I ain't fucking mexican, but we can have sex again

David blane blame game, bitches want a magic trick

Listening to aston martin music music

It’s ironic how i drop some dough when i got them homer simpsons, look

This aint a song its a warnin to brooke, hogan and david cook

Double m self made we forever rich

Uh, david chaff be getting on the mic bitch

Brotha lynch may be mean

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