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Skin Alone In My Room

Watch out Maniac Betta run if ya scared Freak out No doubt Get that shit outta your hair Chorus I would rather spend my time Alone in my room Than

Watch out Maniac Betta run if ya scared Freak out No doubt Get that shit outta your hair Chorus I would rather spend my time Alone in my room Than

right He pressing me like button downs on a Friday night I'm so pretty like, me on my pedal bike He on my low scrunch, he on my echo whites He say, "

than purple chronic in Phillies From the G4, to the limo, to the penthouse on South Beach Since I fucking keep my name out your mouth piece Skin tone alone

He probably right He pushing me like buttons down's on a friday night I'm so pretty like We on my peddled bike He on my low scrunch We on my echo whites

good! (Okay!!) Chorus I'm a bad babysiter, got my boyfriend in the showa. WOOT! I'm makin' 6 bucks an hour. I'm a bad babysitter got my boyfriend

I really got my toes pointed, hand on my dick I'm sick, I got the flu, but I'll still kiss you till you smell like Doodoo, my ass is soggy My drawers

Dead Homie:] Alone in the casket, buried in the earth Self-inflicted wounds, blood stains on my t-shirt Kick out the door till my legs fall off Try to use my head my

imagine havin, damn it, 17 hot ones at yo skin grabbin, worse than a mutant stabbin, see my ward got drama and my room is padded and im surroundin by