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• Artiste: Billy Woods
• Titre: The Layover
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Already knew the options was lose/lose Baby, that's nothing new That just make it easier to choose, it's up to you If it's on your mind, just ask, you don't need to hunt for clues (Police activity) Phone demagnetized the key to the room Magpies pluck jewels out my tombs Gadfly, watch them guys fume Nine lives, Whitey wondering how many I already used Devil may care, but inside I'm wondering too Finally got it to where lies is the truth and the truth is a ruse Original sin, unopened, nеar mint, to grin in the gloom The block spin, the car doеsn't move Black death, rubbernecking pale faces Handkerchief soaked in perfume Posthumous YouTube views Lion at the bottom of a well looking up at a circle of blue In all candor, I got one foot in your grave Light work by lantern, I still call a shovel a spade Giant panda, big grass all in my face Walking with the panther, going back to Cali Deion Sanders and I'm going back the other way In all candor, I got one foot in your grave Light work by lantern, I still call a shovel a spade Giant panda, big grass all in my face Walking with the panther, going back to Cali Deion Sanders and I'm going back the other way Parts Unknown, at home when the road's not paved Little piece of yard, couple goats graze The live show is t-shirt and jeans, but it's GWAR when I'm off stage No bars, just a cavalcade Trapped cars tap in once they hit the Palisades Big jar when you donate my brain Spicy chili oil, let that bad boy marinate No Reservations, walked in like Bourdain The game was horseshoes, I brought hand grenades tired of the close shaves Before History, I made fire in the cave Midwifery, delivery a ball of rage Hide and go seek, some never find a hiding place Some kids hid so well, they never found a trace It's too late, but they came all the same Eyes begging for something for the pain In all candor, I got one foot in your grave Light work by lantern, I still call a shovel a spade Giant panda, big grass all in my face Walking with the panther, going back to Cali Deion Sanders and I'm going back the other way In all candor, I got one foot in your grave Light work by lantern, I still call a shovel a spade Giant panda, big grass all in my face Walking with the panther, going back to Cali Deion Sanders and I'm going back the other way