Låttexter:
Banana S Box

things in So here we are nobody's pure so far That guy says he is But he still drives a car Chorus Be kind you'll find It's yours Be kind Be sure

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each and all of y'all Take it home and let it bubble, that's the double up If you get in trouble that just mean you fucking up It's a cold world, I need

(What's up?) If you standing around (What?) You need to get the fuck up out of here (Get out!) 'Cause when we get come in the club (What's up?) We like

some kind of blue-green jackie chan with Isabella Rossellini lips with breath that reeked of vanilla chig-champa (also while making the sound a-banana-da-banana that's

a little wind box when I press tight on the trigger of this glock that's right on the little shit you got left to help you eat you not Pac's songs without

their minds You find that there's no reward They say they already home It's really clear they abroad They sound like they boxed in It's not just where

swords, sour amputate Duck Savanna wait, we splashed the glass, ice rocks Our cash high right stock, our logo's on your rice box Plus your dice box,

up The ruger, dump dump, bup bup And (They call it murder) Act stupid, the gat's shootin' We'll leave you there, leave you square Box style, box style