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Boys Night Out Where We Breathe

through infected wounds and softened scars It's my favorite kind of day filled with the things we fear will find us where we sleep, and fuck us where we breathe

gotta feeling, woohoo, that tonight's gonna be a good night That tonight's gonna be a good night That tonight's gonna be a good, good night A feeling

folks we on one (On one) We don't be trippin' off that (Nothin') Players about to be somethin' (Somethin') A music and beat be somethin' (Somethin') Where the Louie at man, where

too deep? Last night what we talked about It made so much sense But now the haze has ascended It don't make no sense anymore I said last night what we

a big gun? Come bring it out Butterfly-knife, come along, fling it out We could jus do it, old school, swing it out I suggest you best start winging out

bring ghetto carnival thrills Where's that other little rich little fag Looking for Brandon 'cause we can't stand him I know my boys make the bass

out If I let you live, then pray nigga cause you been lucked out Ahh I abuse you, and the shadow behind you Beat you both to death, where they mama she

the night time, blurry in the daylight We in the world well niggas don't play right A nigga don't play fight, we seek and destroy Tell the troop to keep it real for the girls and boys

goes All the Federals say Could of had him any day Only let him any day Hang around Out of kindness I suppose Lefty, he can't sing the blues All night