Frith Hilton - Gravity lyrics

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Yeah!
I’m feeling like a poet
Woke up this morning and I know he is a poet
Still, I am
Steal a yam
City of hell
Scrambling feeling naughty
Let’s say I figure the squeeze
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Let's say I’m
Lest I am
Scribbling, scribbling with these words
Take a scissor and cut it
Out with these words
I'm not cut out for the shit
But I put the bull
I'm acting like a matador
So, you know I come through red
With this shit with my girl
Driving through, is that a merciless kill?
You know I got no spec-on
But my temple hit you harder than
These thoughts could ever reach you
Come and love me with this damn body
My girl looking closer than
Your shorty could ever
Don done don't
I mean dote on me
Dote on her
Loving this
Hey!
I'm filled with so much hate
They wanna kill me so slow
So, I crib on these niggers
Yeah, I took them whole
I'm not loving nobody
Better get it through
But I body every nigga
Better get it. View!
Loving with a fucking loupe
I need a fucking monocle
Just to get my fucking honey cool
I think I'm lost with these butter cools
But I put the girl in the right side
Call that shit a bother too