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Beautiful South In Other Words I Hate You

words I hate you) Those winter nights just spent indoors That criminal fizz in the drink he pours We smooch all night to "The Theme From Jaws" (In other words I

tools from you, I'll throw 'em in the crucible Prolly throw you in there too, mix it up and make nigga-stew if you can't admit I'm iller than you Baby

cicadas are omnipotent sound. The kampong is dark and still. I am not what I thought I was. I am not what I seem. Most of all, I am not what I am. I

your Mercedes, but first you got to pay me) (You better quit with all the question, sugar who's little girl am I) (Why I'm yours if you got enough money

tools from you, I'll throw 'em in the crucible Prolly throw you in there too, mix it up and make nigga-stew if you can't admit I'm iller than you Baby

, you know, down South Down South they used to call her Mother Antie You know, she said no "Mrs.", you know, just Antie, y'know what I'm sayin' And uh

Mercedes, but first you got to pay me) (You better quit with all the question, sugar who's little girl am I) (Why I'm yours if you got enough money to