Luyện nghe bài hát Eviction Notice

Fuckin' it

song is called Eviction Notice, it's a 2-parter
It's about how drugs are the gateway to fun and flat lines

effort in her smile and it shouldn't be that way
Her last are being snuffed out in an ashtray, and that's pricely
Trying to intercept the passing away I've asked

But learned not to feed the hand that bites me
This morning the rocks the hand
As I bang on pots and
she's just playing in her warning box again
She wants a man I can up to, a role model to come through--
Don't bother unpacking car...cinogen filled thrill sticks
This girl spit fire
Got me doing pirouettes over her guilt trip
I still skip by a land or two, see I've learned the landscape
All the practicing my firm handshake
Hair, trigger-finger itch to any conversation
Said personalities don't part deadly confrontation
What happens in her lips
She needs a fix than she knows her friend's a bitch
And to go

There's a on the door..
Eviction

"Listen, one of us is leaving, and I say US I mean YOU...
YOU'RE leaving. (You're leaving... leaving.)"

I'm in the house y'all, I'm in the house
And no little piece of paper gonna kick me out y'all!
I'm in the house, I'm in the house
And ain't no legal gonna kick my ass out
I'm in the y'all, I'm in the house y'all
And ain't no new gonna kick me out, y'all!
Fuck that, I'm in the house, I'm in the
Ain't no snot-nosed brat gonna my ass out

Pick ME! Please me believe me
please leave me believe me
Please me believe me please leave me
please believe me, me leave me..

This song is called Eviction Notice, a 2-parter
Basically it's about how sacrifice and vices will themselves
to an overstayed welcome at haunted house parties

There's effort in her smile and it shouldn't be that
Her evenings have her drowning in a nightcap, and that's costly
Trying to keep her on the track I ask softly
But she just "BACK OFF ME"
And learned to space her private respect
She breathes some to need and every afternoon proceeds
To mix her sitter while preparing baby food to feed
She wants I man I can look up to, a Fuck you!
Get your packed
Yes kids, the is the message in the bottle
Before the dawn she'll have to kill all fetal positions by a
pill
Crawling fast until I get for how good I've behaved
While my goodbye wave..
Should I After planning my escape routes
And shouting out, "Is a lifeguard in the lighthouse?"
To the rescue bottle between her lips she sips
She needs a fix more than she knows her a bitch

And a note on the door..
notice

Fun times fun times, ("Fuck you!") fun times fun times fun
("Fuck you!") Fun times fun times, fun times fun times fun
("Fuck you, get the out of my house...")
Fun times fun times, fun times fun fun times
Fun times fun times, fun times fun fun tiiiimes!!! ("Fuck YOU!")
One more time guys, fun fun times fun tiiiimes!
("Get out.")

I you

("Get out!!! Get the out of here! GET OUT!! Go.")

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