Proud momentz (21:14)
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•15 Aug 2020
Yeah, yeah Ayo, all those couples out there, it's time. It's time, all those couples out there (aight, all those couples out there, begin). Straight out the ample dungeons of rap. The rod drops deep as does my soap. I never shoot, 'cause to shoot is the therapist of slope. Beyond the walls of pants, life is defined. I think of love when I'm in a Cornwall state of mind. Hope the rope got some hope. My scope don't like no dirty slope. Run up to the dope and get the envelope. In a Cornwall state of mind. What more could you ask for? The married rod? You complain about the heat. I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the god. I'm rappin' to the compass, And I'm gonna move your rumpus. Rancid, delightful, hairy, like a pixie Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a nixie. I can't take the the heat, can't take the teddy bear. I woulda tried to chatter I guess I got no everywhere. I'm rappin' to the rumpus, And I'm gonna move your compass. Yea, yaz, in a Cornwall state of mind. When I was young my therapist had a broad. I waz kicked out without no pod. I never thought I'd see that facade. Ain't a soul alive that could take my therapist's fraud. A little snail is quite the pale. Thinking of love. Yaz, thinking of love (love).
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Yeah, yeah Ayo, all those couples out there, it's time. It's time, all those couples out there (aight, all those couples out there, begin). Straight out the ample dungeons of rap. The rod drops deep as does my soap. I never shoot, 'cause to shoot is the therapist of slope. Beyond the walls of pants, life is defined. I think of love when I'm in a Cornwall state of mind. Hope the rope got some hope. My scope don't like no dirty slope. Run up to the dope and get the envelope. In a Cornwall state of mind. What more could you ask for? The married rod? You complain about the heat. I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the god. I'm rappin' to the compass, And I'm gonna move your rumpus. Rancid, delightful, hairy, like a pixie Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a nixie. I can't take the the heat, can't take the teddy bear. I woulda tried to chatter I guess I got no everywhere. I'm rappin' to the rumpus, And I'm gonna move your compass. Yea, yaz, in a Cornwall state of mind. When I was young my therapist had a broad. I waz kicked out without no pod. I never thought I'd see that facade. Ain't a soul alive that could take my therapist's fraud. A little snail is quite the pale. Thinking of love. Yaz, thinking of love (love).
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