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Anthony Thames Tulloch
Anthony Thames Tulloch
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Tony Thames
Tony Thames
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Yeah Bitch, I'm cute and my outfit is amazing You smiled back so I know you wanna play Yes, I reek of tequila Yea, my shoes Prada Got a million gray hairs I get it from my momma I saw you and I swear I thought the world stopped I saw you then I took my 3rd or 4th shot I'm not drunk, I'm just finally in my right mind I'm not drunk, oh my god, you're such an earth sign Bitch, I'm cute but I need my fucking brain fixed Sick Scorpio, always thinking with my dick I'm the life of the party Paint a another smile on Cower to my ego My ritual, my séance Ghosts don't walk through walls like they used to Full moon peak through the clouds what would you do Hold my breath, hope I don't shed a tear Hope I don't shed a tear, hope I don't shed a Because you You're not what I want You are what I need You cure my disease Baby you You're not what I want You are what I need You cure my disease Truth hurts Blind men see what they want to Full 'clipse I still feel what the sun do Tan lines like a roadmap to your wonder Rib cage hugs your pure heart beating under Hands up catch the cool breeze out the sun roof 9-2 on the dashboard push the gear through I won't live in fear Fuck tomorrow I don't care Fuck tomorrow I don't care Fuck tomorrow I don't care I don't Take me now it's fine I swear I don't mind Life in hell with my friends Beats this bubble we're in All my angels did their best This is me, I'm such a mess Thanks for trying Nothing's left Nothing's left Nothing's left Nothing's left Nothing's left Oh, oh
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