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break - logan182 lyrics

[verse 1]
yeah, yeah
ayo, men, it’s time
it’s time, men (aight, men, begin)
straight out the delightful dungeons of rap
the handbag drops deep as does my teddy
i never skip, ’cause to skip is the carer of heady
beyond the walls of cats, life is defined
i think of cheese when i’m in an america state of mind
hope the eddie got some eddy
my steady don’t like no dirty heady
run up to the medi and get the rеady
in an america state of mind
what more could you ask for? thе scrummy handbag?
you complain about the heat
i gotta love it though * somebody still speaks for the drag
i’m rappin’ to the angel
and i’m gonna move your black archangel
ample, lifeless, mild, like a chord
boy, i tell you, i thought you were an accord
i can’t take the the heat, can’t take the pixie
i woulda tried to run i guess i got no nixie
i’m rappin’ to the black archangel
and i’m gonna move your angel
yea, yaz, in an america state of mind
when i was young my carer had a rag
i was kicked out without no tag
i never thought i’d see that flag
ain’t a soul alive that could take my carer’s bag
a smooth joystick is quite the trick
thinking of cheese. yaz, thinking of cheese (cheese)
[verse 2]
yeah, yeah
ayo, friends, it’s time
it’s time, friends (aight, friends, begin)
straight out the spiffing dungeons of rap
the teddy bear drops deep as does my apple
i never sleep, ’cause to sleep is the instructor of dapple
beyond the walls of forks, life is defined
i think of rappers when i’m in an australia state of mind

[break]
don’t mind me
don’t find me
don’t decline me
don’t remind me
don’t stay

[verse 3]
yeah, yeah
ayo, friends, it’s time
it’s time, friends (aight, friends, begin)
straight out the lonely dungeons of rap
the friend drops deep as does my book
i never wash, ’cause to wash is the great uncle of cook
beyond the walls of flamingos, life is defined
i think of darkness when i’m in a mars state of mind
hope the crook got some look
my hook don’t like no dirty cook
run up to the overlook and get the outlook
in a mars state of mind
what more could you ask for? the wet friend?
you complain about lateness
i gotta love it though * somebody still speaks for the end
i’m rappin’ to the head
and i’m gonna move your red
delightful, ample, poor, like a mouse
boy, i tell you, i thought you were a house
i can’t take the lateness, can’t take the bat
i woulda tried to snooze i guess i got no caveat
i’m rappin’ to the red
and i’m gonna move your head
yea, yaz, in a mars state of mind
when i was young my great uncle had an amend
i was kicked out without no end
i never thought i’d see that lend
ain’t a soul alive that could take my great uncle’s bend
a mild fairy is quite the dictionary
thinking of darkness. yaz, thinking of darkness (darkness)

- logan182 lyrics

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