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BBY GOYARD
BBY GOYARD
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Dj Smokey
Dj Smokey
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BBY GOYARD
BBY GOYARD
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Dj Smokey
Dj Smokey
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LORESEEKER Warning: nuking is now legal Nuke Radio FT got 'em big hurt Really got a band to make the Flaming Lips burn Magic carpet, Persian rug burn Got a couple ounces of the wormwood Staying low to the ground like a bug would Another museum night, make t-rex move Been still the one, you cannot act two The phantom in purgatory tryna pass through Characters in foreign waters like a Disney Cruise 3.5, how the fuck I ain't trip yet? My bitch too real for the fishnet Waterproof a bunch of zippers, that's a Shannon tech Baby shower Burberry, I ain't even born yet Blue and pink pill, gender reveal Perching on a ledge, know how gargoyles feel Passport look like it was beaten to death All i see is gold and white, looked again at the dress Had flux to it Dinner at Bestia, wear a t-shirt tux to it I got horcrux movement Take a 20 to the head and let the hat sort through it 2038 dweller, Grayson Allen teched up 40 to the chest, call me Cody Zeller Everything five star, Shannon Dave Meltzer I knew shit was fucked up When I heard a plane was flown by Hellen Keller Walk in like Hellraiser Bitch built like a stunt master Be careful what you ask for, I'm the wish master Zombie Olaf with the blood ice Might do cane with the dogs like I got bad eyes Get it in where you can fit in Futuristic Prada glasses, Chronicles of Riddick (This lore made me think deeply) Clothesline from hell, JBLs, take a listen BBY, ECW, it's too extreme Popped two k-pins, then I had a nice dream Ding-dong-ditch to the plug, I wish 'em well Like the girl from The Ring Sound of Music, P90, love the way it sings I think in five years everybody gonna try to sound like me Give it five years, give it five years Give it five years, give it five years (LORESEEKER) (Ooh, I'm too high on that one) Hey, what do you say we listen to something more smooth? This one is perfect for a beachside margarita Sand in your toes, wind in your hair, kids screaming in the distance Smell of sunscreen and seagulls chirping Begging you for a scrap of your leftover seafood Times like these we forget about all the pain and agony in the world Nuclear threats and endless sorrow Oops, I almost slipped into the void Hey, let's bring it back, calm, calm, calm Return to our happy place
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