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D.A. Wiley
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You Tell Me
I don't lips to be smiling My mother roach is a diamond Gautama sells for a hummer The frigid bitter of summer I don't know why, you tell me
Inching through the quicksand Nothing left to sell Prayers to the grandstand Mother Mary hell Don't be afraid little darlings The devil told me, he say
The urine concrete hangover Pigs parachute their revolvers You don't need six feet to die Order more clouds for your sky I don't know why, you tell me
Itching from the sweatband Running out of air Waving on my short ham There's nobody there Don't be afraid little darlings The devil told me, he say Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com
Wherever you go, there you are Whenever you go away Somewhere over Anaheim I know we will meet someday
I put the judges in prison I change a room with my mind I don't need Mayans to know that I'm running out of time I don't know why, you tell me
Missing for a Siamese Never not alone Nothing left on order We've owned it all before Don't be afraid little darlings The devil told me, he say
Wherever you go, there you are Whenever you go away Somewhere over Anaheim I know we will meet someday
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