ITT: Lyrics that hit you hard

ITT: Lyrics that hit you hard
>If you love me so much then why'd you let me go?

>We must stop communism in that land, or freedom will start slipping through our hands

>I might let ya boy chauffeur for me, but he gotta eat the booty like groceries

>I LOOOVE YOUU JESUUS KUHRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII

>Now I'm in the limelight, cause I rhyme tight
>Time to get paid, blow up like the world trade

>I went out to the forest and caught
>100,000 fireflies
>As they ricochet round the room
>They remind me of your starry eyes
>Someone else's might not have made me so sad
>But this is the worst night I ever had

>Cause I'm afraid of the dark without you close to me
>I'm afraid of the dark without you close to me
>Always was

>MY PUSSY TASTE LIKE PEPSI+COLA

>And please check in on my mother....
>Malik Izaak call me shorty

>i sent this bitch a picture of mah dick

Kanye is so deep man

>will she love me again tomorrow
>i don't know
>don't think so
>and that's fine, fine by me
>as long as, long as I know she's happy

>i wanna fuck you hard on the sink

>boy, your soul better belong to Jesus, 'cause your ass belongs to me

>Hit me! Hit me! Hit me again! oh! oh! Hit me!
>Oh, awesome sound goin' sound.
>Awesome sound goin' down.
>One more time. Hit me!
>Oh stop it!
>Hit me!

>who you been crying to, who you been flying to, who's bed are you sleeping in, someone's been hiding you.

>looook
>in the mirror
>she's not
>theeeereeeeee

lmfao that face
reported to the authorities btw

>"Did you get enough love, my little dove
>Why do you cry?"

and

>Raise your right hand
>Tell me you want me in your life
>Or raise your red flag
>Just when I want you in my life

off Carrie & Lowell.

>I wanted you tonight
>I walked around a lot
>Wishing you were here
>To keep me from sleeping
>With anyone who might
>Want me or even not
>Some guys have a beer and they'll do anything
>Anything
>Anything

>Life is filled with holes, Johnny's laying there, his sperm coffin
>Angel looks down at him and says, “Oh, pretty boy,
>Can't you show me nothing but surrender?”
>Johnny gets up, takes off his leather jacket,
>Taped to his chest there's the answer,
>You got pen knives and jack knives and
>Switchblades preferred, switchblades preferred
>Then he cries, then he screams, saying
>Life is full of pain, I'm cruisin' through my brain
>And I fill my nose with snow and go Rimbaud,
>Go Rimbaud, go Rimbaud,

>Drag me to hell in the valley of the damned
>Like my mother, give wings to a stone
>It's only the shadow of the cross

>ohhhh living this without you is nooooo good

>i walk a lonely road
>the only road that i have ever known
>don't know where it goes
>but it's only me and i walk alone

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>I get up
>I get down

>the plan was to drink until the pains over
>But what's worse, the Pain or the Hangover?

>Spiraling up through the crack in the skyyyyyyyyy
>LEAVING MATERIAL WORLD BEHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIND
>I see your face in constellations
>THE MARTYR HAS ENDED HIS LIFE FOR MIIIIIIIIINE


either that or two headed boy 1 and 2, or don McLean's vincent

>BLACK GIRL SIPPIN WHITE WINE
> PUT MY FIST IN HER LIKE A CIVIL RIGHTS SIGN