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Limb bone isolation.
Nothing to do but to these words
Oh
Abrasive inhaling detergent
Eating the last of the words that urgent oh yeah

This little girly wants to get to the
Rob another bank and win a
know she owned a gun
Didn't know she'd shoot gun

Com on baby grab that and get in the car
hit the gas
the cops will catch up fast
on baby drive

I believe you shot that guy
You hope he doesn't die
This time there ain't no alibi faster drive
God! NO! what we done?
Bonnie and on the run, on the run

This time
tricks
Are than just scaring me
They're making me
Babies in blenders and intestines
Nothing to eat but glass in heaven, man
Oh
Nodding my head to the dancing
You'd be so surprised what the said, man
He "...oh yeah"

Who'd ever we would be 21?
Our faces change but these places stay fun
looked so beautiful biting at her cuticles
I'd thought we'd get his far.

I never thought you'd stop car
Shoot a guy and my heart
Oh
You get me

Dancing in the that night
Puddles from your eyes
The day of our lives
Maybe we have died

Oh man look what done
We've our hearts
the words off our tongues

This time your itty bitty-bitty
Will lock up you and not let you go

Bonnie over the ocean
My bonnie over the sea
Wont you please back please bring back
My to me

Now I know what this girls all
hold you!
you!
Stick a gun in mouth!

me romantic
Or me naive
I spilled my own blood to her heart
From the streets that she'll

You know what those damn cops do if they find you
cuff you
Or you
Don't let them you

You know what happen
you let this all happen
You're
Or you're

I that you're happy, baby

She was my bonnie my one and my wifey my homey
Molded controlled me slowly me
Its dough
You me boldly coldly like a .9
Use me me back and blow my mind
You're the thought behind my rhyme

For quite time
This of crime has showed no sign of ending
Almost spouses into house
Blouses doused in

Shouting "get down n empty the out of your trousers"
Bonnie n Clyde, ride with my by my side
Those baby eyes hypnotize
Visualize you strip the gun clip slip on your thigh
Never slipping she's

Smith n Wesson dressed in fishnets stretching toe to heaven
blessing bank with bullet flanks that blow whole ranks to waste
Lower than women wibble wobble when wielding weight
Disintegrate when placed in these crazy ape

These situations got me craving the
So much I want to reach out and
Clutch bullets load your nuts
Finger fuck the off your trigger
you hush
Chamber thrust then you

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