Yeah (P Crisco got that heat, boy) I'm retarded (Ain't that DJ Chose over there?) I'm out my mind, you hear me (It look like DJ Chose) Yeah, uh, ay, I'm gone Big fats, she gon' bust it down, three-point God damn, what the fuck was wrong with her last man? Butterfly, way she make that booty go, "Bop-bop" Scared of her when she go to reachin' for her hair tie She go, "Uck, uck, uck, uck, uck," my lil' eater She go, "Uck, uck, uck, uck, uck," my lil' eater She go, "Uck, uck, uck, uck, uck," my lil' eater She go, "Uck, uck, uck, uck, uck," my lil' eater Throw that ass, when it's shakin' I'ma watch, bend it over, makе it whop Both hands on your knees, push 'em back, make 'em lock Baby stand up on your toеs, come on, breathe through your nose I'ma throw it in your soul, ooh, bop-bop She said she in love with me, you ain't got no choice bitch You a real street nigga? Get you a Detroit bitch Reverse cowgirl, motorbike, she runnin' from it In her stomach, cummin' on that pipe, ain't no runnin' from it Bae, you know it ain't no time to talk I'm Kevin Gates, I got enougha dick for all of y'all Slow motion, pull her hair, grip her ass, slow stroke her Told her friends, no pretend, real dick thrower Big fats, she gon' bust it down, three-point God damn, what the fuck was wrong with her last man? Butterfly, way she make that booty go, "Bop-bop" Scared of her when she go to reachin' for her hair tie She go, "Uck, uck, uck, uck, uck," my lil' eater (Yeah) She go, "Uck, uck, uck, uck, uck," my lil' eater (Haha) She go, "Uck, uck, uck, uck, uck," my lil' eater (Fuck with me) She go, "Uck, uck, uck, uck, uck," my lil' eater (Hit her with that dick, she done fell in love with it) Slim waist, arched ass, I can't compare her to nobody Grabbed her hair tie, get in her bag, that's with no problems She'll look you dead in the eyes and suck your soul out you Make your toes curl, holy hu-hee-hee, no more I don't get tired, you know we ain't finished, it ain't over Ride dick, put your clit down, hold onto my shoulders My bitch, I spit in your mouth, fuck you, I'll choke you I'ma make your friends watch you while I pin you to the sofa Fuck with me, get in touch with me Hit you with that dick, you done fell in love with it I said, baby, fuck with me, get in touch with me Hit you with that dick, you done fell in love with it Big fats, she gon' bust it down, three-point God damn, what the fuck was wrong with her last man? Butterfly, way she make that booty go, "Bop-bop" Scared of her when she go to reachin' for her hair tie She go, "Uck, uck, uck, uck, uck," my lil' eater (Yeah) She go, "Uck, uck, uck, uck, uck," my lil' eater (Huh) She go, "Uck, uck, uck, uck, uck," my lil' eater (Fuck with me) She go, "Uck, uck, uck, uck, uck," my lil' eater (Hit her with that dick, she done fell in love with it) Fuck with me, get in touch with me Hit her with that dick, she done fell in love with it Baby, fuck with me, get in touch with me Hit her with that dick, she done fell in love with it

My arms are tired and weary These wounds are on full display I've tried every door in the hallway There's just no where that I feel safe I see the light but never find the surface I don't know if I can swim no more White knuckles and wild horses One day we'll wash up on mercy's shore One day we'll wash up on mercy's shore I'm lost in the waves that crush me They bring discovery where darkness hides Just over the ridge in front of you Another mountain that you'll have to climb I see the light but never find the surface I don't know if I can swim no more White knuckles and wild horses One day we'll wash up on mercy's shore One day we'll wash up on mercy's shore We're a child in the car asleep In the driveway at night Our mother's gonna slowly sneak Our body inside We can rest in the arms of trust There's no way that we can say We've earned our way into light All we have to do to is stay I see the light but never find the surface I don't know if I can swim no more White knuckles and wild horses One day we'll wash up on mercy's shore One day we'll wash up on mercy's shore I've been battling a broken heart Everybody knows I'm torn apart Since I was eight years old and I thought that God was a girl in my school If we can wind up on a sandy beach Breathing air that only death can reach And singing songs that only heaven leaves It's okay with me And God is wanting us to make believe But knowing something is only a dream Like the absolutes and the in-between Are out of line, sometimes, intertwined, behind A mind, in line, and fights that only fools are still trying to fight

Your hills and dales And flowery vales That lie near the Moorlough Shore Your vines that blow by Borden's grove May I never see you more Where the primrose blows And the violet grows Where the trout and salmon play With my line and hook, delight I took To spend my youthful days Last night I went to see my love To hear what she might say To see if she'd take pity on me Lest I might go away She said, I loved an Irish lad And he was my only joy And ever since I saw his face I have loved that soldier boy Well perhaps your soldier lad is lost Sailing over sea of Maine Or perhaps he is gone with some other one May I never see him again Well, if my Irish lad is lost He's the one I do adore And seven long years I'll wait for him By the banks of the Moorlough shore And seven long years I'll wait for him By the banks of the Moorlough shore