Текст песни Mystery Box - Bonus Track - BBY GOYARD
Swan
dive,
down
bad
Go
ahead,
I
won't
stop
Like
a
mime
in
this
bitch,
I
won't
say
nun
Off
a
mystery
box,
what
the
fuck
up
in
this
thing?
Said
they
want
my
image,
told
'em
"go
and
get
it
framed"
Call
up
Big
Gum,
he
be
shootin'
like
it's
Canes
BBY
DB
Cooper,
bitch
I'm
hoppin'
out
the
plane
Screamin'
"fuck
a
traitor!",
we
just
made
him
walk
the
plank,
yeah
She
be
suckin'
like
she
got
a
blood
bank
Exotic
pack
from
Warsaw,
shipped
it
down
to
Burbank
Brain
think
like
a
nerd
thing,
I
just
like
to
geek-geek
Diesel
gas,
sheets,
come
and
shop
with
me-me
Tax
him
for
the
wax
sheets
Tax
him
'cause
he
tacky,
flight
jacket
flimsy
Last
of
my
kind,
BBY
Goyard
you
a
mimsy
Sorry
if
I'm
stingy,
tryna
sub
out,
this
ain't
Blimpie
Off
a
damn
pill
got
me
jimmied
Pull
up
to
yo'
city,
which
one?
The
one
that's
windy,
which
one
that
took
the
drugs
That
don't
make
me
feel
mini
I'm
tryna
get
the
ten
milligram,
Ren
'n
Stimpy
Wooh,
bitch
you
know
I'm
moving
shifty
Blue
and
yellow
case,
yeah,
those
are
Ken
Griffey's
I
might
scam
yo'
dad,
'cause
he
look
like
Ken
Griffey
Lil
Shannon,
you
a
mystery
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