I told him get his 9 and run
Im fucking coming, blocking the sun
It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks
And it's vastness, no longer spinning on its axis, broken magnets.
Paparazzi in the trees, please curtains closed
And the red sun sinks at least into the hills of gold,
Then, in the blazin sun,
They'll have to rename this one
Baby you're the one
Shining like the golden sun
Sitting in my chair relaxing in the sun
Dub a.l.e., still a son of a gun
All i see is the midnight sun,
Make them more insecure when they caught one
I sit crowned upon the ashen sun
Boss broke, spouse choke, blouse open
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