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of satin sea, hot night in Budapest

You could cut the heat, peel it back
With the wrong side of a knife
Feel it blowing from the side fills
Feel like
hide
Sunlight will renew your pride
Skin white by skin golden
Like a promise to be free
Dolphins playing in the sea
All his sea dreams come to me
hide
Sunlight will renew your pride
Skin white by skin golden
Like a promise to be free
Dolphins playing in the sea
All his seadreams come to me
of cotton panty
Along a skin of satin sea.
Hot night in Budapest.

You could cut the heat, peel it back with the wrong side of a knife.
Feel it blowing
this blood

How lovely she in her blue dress 
Behold the tempting virgin flesh 
Ravished only by one called 

Death
perfumed stationary by the phone
I hate to think about you waking up at dawn to find me gone
It hurts me so to get up in the middle of the night and go
Billy, he's down by the railroad tracks
Sittin' low in the back seat of his Cadillac
Diamond Jackie, she's so intact
And she falls so softly
The thing that gets me down, being young in this town
Is there's no future in it

I want a fine perfume, how 'bout a blue corvette?
If there's a slower
perfumed stationary by the phone
I hate to think about you waking up at dawn to find me gone
It's hard for me to get up in the middle of the night and go
Bound for a crash
Two red white and blues we were
Destined to clash
I can't fix the future
I can't change the past
Like fly by night news
We were
And Teflon, and Ban-Lon, and so on and on
These wonderful words spin around in my brain
Each one is a mystery I cannot explain
Like what does that Blue Magic
My goodness, my gracious, shell told a beat us with the fat blue racist
Hand full of aces, trumped up dumb trunk white wall paces
Drink till you
Big nights are black and blue 
They get cold and they get wet 
And they're calling out for you 
Like no one you ever met 

No one dreams in
gone, petty song, all night long atmosphere
I’d wish I was here

Blue eyes all mine in my t-shirt
Sleepy head on my chest saying three words
Girl my
yo caught em at the ice pavilion
Dressy, salad bar style Nestle
Four white niggas, covered in vest pieces
Think like a mob flick
Guessing like
techniques
Grab the pen
And place it on some loose leaf
Nothin' soft, always  the tough meat
The white paper and
Blue lines excite my mind
Not allow'n me
the dough, the black widow

Yo, she was a tight bird, female version of Iceberg
To put in the right words
Played the right curves, beige and white birds
Big nights are black and blue, they get cold and they get wet
They calling out for you, like no one you've ever met
No one dreams in the hours
yo caught em at the ice pavilion
Dressy, salad bar style Nestle
Four white niggas, covered in vest pieces
Think like a mob flick
Guessing like
spend Johnny gon'have me (right)
Johnny gon'have me (right), yellas mixed with (white)
Yo chain shinin in the day but look at mine when it's night
You
(right), yellas mixed with (white)
yo chain shinin in the day but look at mine when it's night
you see the differance in the rocks they look like blocks
red,
tackled
By the other hand swingin' the rope
Wearin' red, white and blue Jack and his crew
The guy's authorized beat down for the brown
Man to the man,
thought I couldn't flow
To a track laid back by Kid Rock G
Now even white bitches in the subberbs they jock me
With a smile pow wow they want this getto
just an imitation, you can die like white buffalo

CHORUS:
Working late night, not that we hate light
Just feels right, that's when tracks come out tight
just an imitation, you can die like white buffalo

CHORUS:
Working late night, not that we hate light
Just feels right, that's when tracks come out tight