Lambs

by Billy Woods

From the album: Today, I Wrote Nothing

Track 16 of 24 on Today, I Wrote Nothing (2015).

Duration: 1:10

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Lyrics for Lambs

Great American novel, ship in a bottle Secretly sip off the bottle, she slipped off, I followed Don't look gift horses in the mouth, check if they're hollow Ain't wrote shit, don't ask about it outside Plaza del Mercado Fuck outta here Shotgun on first I ran the wishbone with a smirk pussy, so (uh) It was worth the gauntlet in Bensonhurst That's that thirst '97 mentality, we was smokin' dirt She hiked up her skirt, pulled the panties to one side Her mom's was at church Hit it raw, she wasn't shy Sometimes wonder how we survived Seems like another life, so alive, so thrive Her eyes alight, tiger burning bright Who dares?

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