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The Blow Nothing

reason not to go fucking around is nothing, nothing is the only reason not to mess everything up, the only reason not to go fucking around is nothing, nothing

m LeBron, my whip collection insane Suicidal thoughts, highway to heaven riding like a boss Condominium in the clouds, 60g's a month 50 floors, marble walls, pictures of Boston Georgia Bitches snortin' blow

You, with your words like knives and swords and weapons that you use against me You have knocked me off my feet again got me feeling like I'm nothing

ha ha, ha ha ha, la la la And if you're wondering if I might Be dating the werewolf from Twilight [mouths: "Hi Taylor!" giving a little wave and blows

[Chorus:] It may not mean nothing to yall But understand nothing was done for me So I dont plan on stopping at all I want this shit forever mine, ever

friend Since the beginning of time All you did was bless men Too young to understand but now you my best friend How could they doubt you, never think about you Don't they know nothing

For the shower, trust fund scholarship sure to give him power Baby momma call, she pick him up, in about an hour Now free to go, free to blow, with

ill ones Busta Rhymes in the place to be, Flipmode Squad Y'all motherfuckers keep it right here You know how it's going down, son Blow the spot up, one

Like a shock to my heart When I saw you tonight Like a dream come alive For the very first time When we touch in the dark Baby, you're blowing my mind