How do you search for something if you don't know what you are searching for?
How do you search for something if you don't know what you are searching for?
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"Uh, said this a hit of liquid heroin
Marilyn Manson channeling, panicking, spar with Anakin
'Til one of us leave in an ambulance
Blow the smoke of the spliff in your eyes
You ain't gon' live 'til you die
Intelligent b**** on my side
She b****ing, I'm spitting habitual lies
I hit her up when my jet land (call her)
Got a Swisher tucked in my headband (baller)
Front page news, I'm young Jesus
Eating bagels with no cable on (let's go)
Been f***ing hoes since when Mase was on (okay)
I hope the Based God hears my prayers (pray)
One day you're here, the next day you're gone
So me and Earl smoking weed on Jay-Z's lawn
Some dope rap on your hoe ass, Tony Womack
Don't hold back, no, feed your girl Cognac (woah)
Meet a b****, sleepin' wit' her, feverish, diva chick
Met her off Twitter, even Schindler keep a list (okay)
Pittsburgh, broke down somewhere in a Fisker (uh-huh)
I could pull your b**** with a whisper (uh-huh) then diss her (woah)
Dumbass hoe (hoe)
She only dumb 'cause she love that dough (okay)
Somewhere getting high reading, Juxtapoz
Hit her up, she come through, watch Adjustment Bureau (that's a good movie)
Moms love me 'cause I'm so commercial ('mercial)
I f*** 'em raw 'cause I know they fertile (fertile)
In Myrtle Beach with a purple fleece (fleece)
Hotel lobbies playin' Für Elise (yeah)
I'm Ron Burgundy mixed with Hercules
Slap a b**** in the mouth if she curse at me (ow)
Said Josh beard is like Paul Revere
When he walk in the room it's like God is here
I'm at a prop shop in Montauk throwing tomahawks at civilians
I'm chillin', yeah"
Distressed denim with that smooth talk
I ain't even get so see her gait, shame
So there if there were grooves that led to a location that vibration motion would lead a hex bug to a location.
Different frequencies with different channels adjacent to those frequencies would lead different ones to the according final destination
They aren't going to bury me in the meadow
They ain't going to put me up on the shelf
They're going to throw me into the river
And tell me to wash away my sins