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LAUGHTER IS SUNSHINE, IT CHASES WINTER FROM THE HUMAN FACE

If Laughter is sunshine,
Then when she around,
It aint nuthin but summer,
But please phat sir,
Dope sir tha moon,
Please don't take mah sunshine away,
For without her there,
It would be a eternal winter,
And I would feel like a pimp,
Empty, lost, n' cold,
There would be no escaping,
Da storm inside,
Because mah sunshine,
My fuckin dearest dope sunshine,
Would be gone,

EVEN THE DARKEST NIGHT WILL END AND THE SUN WILL RISE

Dope sir,
Dope sir mista moon,
Yo ass won't be able ta keep her forever,
Her spirits ta phat fo' yo' trialz of sorrow,
And dat biiiiatch will vanquish you fo' a thugged-out day,
Just so dat thugged-out biiiatch could chase winter,
Away n' peep me smile,
And props ta her,
Yo ass will never,
See me,
Cry,

DONT WAIT FOR THE STORM TO END, LEARN TO DANCE IN THE RAIN

And if there be a storm,
Here ta block up mah sunshine,
I'ma go up there,
Not botherin wit a umbrella or coat,
And just up in spite of,
I would be outside ridin' dirty up in tha rain,
Not worryin for,
My fuckin safety, health, or even mah sanity,
(Which though might not have)

I GOT A POCKETFUL OF SUNSHINE

And even though dat biiiiatch won't fit up in mah pocket,
Trust me nuff a times I have tried,
Bitch always has a way of comin along wit me,
Even if she not straight-up there,
Through every last muthafuckin tear dat falls,
And deadly thought,
Her bell-like laughter,
Echoes up in mah ear,
And I can feel her like mah guardian angel,
Is standin there,

YOUR MINDS IN DISTURBIA

And if her ass is ta eva fall,
Unable ta battle up in her internal war,
I'ma stand up n' fight fo' her,
And dat biiiiatch would do tha same fo' me,
Bitch knows that,
Dat hoe tha beast up in tha night that,
Will come n' grab her muthafuckin ass,
But I be tha one whoz ass can tame tha beast,

I SET FIRE TO THE RAIN

I don't like tha coldness,
I don't like tha tears,
I'ma set fire ta tha rain,
If she eva is ta cause a storm,
Da sun is dope,
When cloudz don't block it out,

I'M AN ANGEL WITH A SHOTGUN, FIGHTING TILL THE WARS WON, I DONT CARE IF HEAVEN WONT TAKE ME BACK, THROW AWAY MY FAITH BABE JUST TO KEEP YOU SAFE, DONT YOU KNOW YOUR EVERYTHING TO ME

If I had ta fall down in,
Popularitizzle fo' you,
would hit rock bottom,
I don't give a fuck,
If I have eva holla'd at you this,
Before now,
But I gots a straight-up boner fo' you,
And all yo' flaws like a muthafucka...

Wether it be yo' clumsiness,
Yo crazy-ass strange ways,
I find dem dope,
And be aiiight dat not every last muthafuckin hoes like you,
Wether itz yo' strange fashion,
Like when you wear dat tracksuit,
Yo ass know, tha one wit tha hoodie collar,
D
U E
N D
F L
O
And yo'
Blouse
Usually
Tiger
Themed
Over
Neon
Ever
Dazzled

and dem thugged-out lil,
Mint gogglez on yo' hair,
With yo' first grade dirty skirt,
(Which I swear still has tha smell of goat)
Over tights,
white knee socks wit mismatch sneakers,
And tha ~b~r~a~c~~e~l~e~t~ I made you,

I gots a straight-up boner fo' tha way you make lil hoes feel like bizzatches,
And tha way yo big-ass booty is ghon spontaneously burst tha fuck into song,
I gots a straight-up boner fo' tha way you read ta me when is sick when we was younger,
how you would wake me up on tha holidays by beatboxin n' jumpin on mah bed,

I know dat now, some memories is hazy ta our asses both,
And our crazy asses have different wayz of rememberin thangs,
But deep down I know dat yo big-ass booty is ghon be tha dopest playa at mah wedding,
(Only if you promise not ta cappin' mah bride)
And even now I sometimes wake up,
In tha middle of tha night,
And peep you standin over me,
With tears up in yo' eyes,
Because nightmares,
I can rap every last muthafuckin detail of tha stuffed animal,
Yo ass always slept wit even afta not seein you fo' 1 mazillion years,

I would travel tha ghetto searchin fo' you,
Because yo ass is mah sunshine,
My fuckin only sunshine,
And I don't want mah playas,
ANYONE
Takin mah sunshine away...

-Swift studios, Swift, Ethan.

Description
LAUGHTER IS SUNSHINE, IT CHASES WINTER FROM THE HUMAN FACE

If Laughter is sunshine,
Then when she around,
It aint nuthin but summer,
But please phat sir,
Dope sir tha moon,
Please don't take mah sunshine away,
For without her there,
It would be a eternal winter,
And I would feel like a pimp,
Empty, lost, n' cold,
There would be no escaping,
Da storm inside,
Because mah sunshine,
My fuckin dearest dope sunshine,
Would be gone,

EVEN THE DARKEST NIGHT WILL END AND THE SUN WILL RISE

Dope sir,
Dope sir mista moon,
Yo ass won't be able ta keep her forever,
Her spirits ta phat fo' yo' trialz of sorrow,
And dat biiiiatch will vanquish you fo' a thugged-out day,
Just so dat thugged-out biiiatch could chase winter,
Away n' peep me smile,
And props ta her,
Yo ass will never,
See me,
Cry,

DONT WAIT FOR THE STORM TO END, LEARN TO DANCE IN THE RAIN

And if there be a storm,
Here ta block up mah sunshine,
I'ma go up there,
Not botherin wit a umbrella or coat,
And just up in spite of,
I would be outside ridin' dirty up in tha rain,
Not worryin for,
My fuckin safety, health, or even mah sanity,
(Which though might not have)

I GOT A POCKETFUL OF SUNSHINE

And even though dat biiiiatch won't fit up in mah pocket,
Trust me nuff a times I have tried,
Bitch always has a way of comin along wit me,
Even if she not straight-up there,
Through every last muthafuckin tear dat falls,
And deadly thought,
Her bell-like laughter,
Echoes up in mah ear,
And I can feel her like mah guardian angel,
Is standin there,

YOUR MINDS IN DISTURBIA

And if her ass is ta eva fall,
Unable ta battle up in her internal war,
I'ma stand up n' fight fo' her,
And dat biiiiatch would do tha same fo' me,
Bitch knows that,
Dat hoe tha beast up in tha night that,
Will come n' grab her muthafuckin ass,
But I be tha one whoz ass can tame tha beast,

I SET FIRE TO THE RAIN

I don't like tha coldness,
I don't like tha tears,
I'ma set fire ta tha rain,
If she eva is ta cause a storm,
Da sun is dope,
When cloudz don't block it out,

I'M AN ANGEL WITH A SHOTGUN, FIGHTING TILL THE WARS WON, I DONT CARE IF HEAVEN WONT TAKE ME BACK, THROW AWAY MY FAITH BABE JUST TO KEEP YOU SAFE, DONT YOU KNOW YOUR EVERYTHING TO ME

If I had ta fall down in,
Popularitizzle fo' you,
would hit rock bottom,
I don't give a fuck,
If I have eva holla'd at you this,
Before now,
But I gots a straight-up boner fo' you,
And all yo' flaws like a muthafucka...

Wether it be yo' clumsiness,
Yo crazy-ass strange ways,
I find dem dope,
And be aiiight dat not every last muthafuckin hoes like you,
Wether itz yo' strange fashion,
Like when you wear dat tracksuit,
Yo ass know, tha one wit tha hoodie collar,
D
U E
N D
F L
O
And yo'
Blouse
Usually
Tiger
Themed
Over
Neon
Ever
Dazzled

and dem thugged-out lil,
Mint gogglez on yo' hair,
With yo' first grade dirty skirt,
(Which I swear still has tha smell of goat)
Over tights,
white knee socks wit mismatch sneakers,
And tha ~b~r~a~c~~e~l~e~t~ I made you,

I gots a straight-up boner fo' tha way you make lil hoes feel like bizzatches,
And tha way yo big-ass booty is ghon spontaneously burst tha fuck into song,
I gots a straight-up boner fo' tha way you read ta me when is sick when we was younger,
how you would wake me up on tha holidays by beatboxin n' jumpin on mah bed,

I know dat now, some memories is hazy ta our asses both,
And our crazy asses have different wayz of rememberin thangs,
But deep down I know dat yo big-ass booty is ghon be tha dopest playa at mah wedding,
(Only if you promise not ta cappin' mah bride)
And even now I sometimes wake up,
In tha middle of tha night,
And peep you standin over me,
With tears up in yo' eyes,
Because nightmares,
I can rap every last muthafuckin detail of tha stuffed animal,
Yo ass always slept wit even afta not seein you fo' 1 mazillion years,

I would travel tha ghetto searchin fo' you,
Because yo ass is mah sunshine,
My fuckin only sunshine,
And I don't want mah playas,
ANYONE
Takin mah sunshine away...

-Swift studios, Swift, Ethan.