Arol Denver - Shot lyrics

Shot shot
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God Bless - way sovereign - cage
Track bane - soothe write line - high
You call on me to lie and whip desire, oh
You're southern and you're withered -
Got them blind, oh

God bless- shoot smiling - hot
God blamed - tooth troublame - sour

You cannot wear design, oh really, liar?
You gotta ware the night, but one is saint

Cannot whirl the lifeless
As I am winning, get them for the shot
You wanna money, fuck it, do them right
You cannot grip it, won and glacier wined
(where's my life?)
Shadow withered, learned it, beat them, wipe
Again it riddled, loud, just eat it - whine
I have inflamed it, won and need it, vibe
Again I'm leading, how deceive it high

Get them bleeding, write a novel
Had a jacket laid in wires, lamborgini
Yamborgini
Got them - rent them, lot of winnings
'Cause I need zombieland to gain it
How defend - they want it, mean it
You got the many miles
Is that the way you lie the bad of any
You gotta night

God bless - way sovereign - cage
Track bane - soothe write line - high

Call on me to lie and whip desire, oh
You're southern and you're withered -
You got them blind, oh

God Bless- shoot smiling - hot
God blamed - tooth troublame - sour

You cannot wear design, oh really, liar?
You gotta ware the night, but one is saint

Color, blaze the ways, oh they're getting now
I have never witnessed sort of real law
Queue them while you make
Them, get them ended, blowed
Shout on running-runner, yell on will - low
Yellow-grey, haunt the trumpet lane
How get to the main
I get to New York and we can bill it
Hide the fucking name
How decide the side away to lot
It getting right on lane
Queue them all to flop - my wallet came in
Money blame say it to the raider, get away
You have invader winning
Gain the win, alone an' high, 'cause I can
I get lot of hating
Drop your lining warning, get it veiled
What oh what you had is day
Light a candle, Kendall daughter
Want a model?

God bless - way sovereign - cage
Track bane - soothe write line - high

Call on me to lie and whip desire, oh
You're southern and you're withered -
You got them blind, oh

God Bless- shoot smiling - hot
God blamed - tooth troublame - sour

You cannot wear design, oh really, liar?
You gotta ware the night, but one is saint

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