Lyrics:
want to be your son
The only lover I'm ever gonna need's your soft, sweet, little girl's tongue
And Rosie, you're the one
Dynamite's in the belfry,
on the interface
Manage the code to bury them alive
Manage the code to bury them inside
Show smoke from the smoke machine
Lights on the top flash purple and green
A taste that isn't me
But let me move slowly
Into your head
Let me please sing you
A soft song
Let me just show you
How my lips look in red
And I'm coming
cold
Red wine keeps our blood warm
And I can't lie
I can't tell no truth
But I can sing soft words to you
We've been hiding from the winter cold
Red wine
with you, you can count on me.
You can count on me, you can count on me.
As the adding machine once said, you can count on me.
If you committed
the light,
No need to fight,
Vroom vroom,
Angry machine from hell,
Gone by the sound of the bell,
To the medal,
Lets go,
Flip the switch, race the witch,
Speed
they was 20, I can name a few
"Ayo, Machine, them niggas not the same as you
Them niggas playin' crazy but them niggas not insane as you"
Bitch, I got
at base, sparks in the software
Flash the message "something's out there"
Floating in the summer sky
Ninety nine red balloons go by
Ninety nine red balloons
at base bugs in the software
Flash the message, something's out there
Floating in the summer sky
99 red balloons go by
99 red balloons
Floating in
There were a dozen dead bodies in the Euston road, their outlines softened by the black dust. All was still, houses locked and empty, shops closed,
want to be your son
The only lover I'm ever gonna need's
Your soft sweet little girl's tongue
Ah, Rosie, you're the one
Dynamite's in the belfry, baby
And we see only the expedition tortured by the release
Miss red is for fear
Miss red is for lust
Miss red is for everything I know you must want
If you
TINKER tinker PLING- DING DING- DING
my body breaks - the void screams
weary of hollow metals
that ring of hollow life
by hand and by hammer
i
Haven't done my yoga
But I'm still alive
I'm not a machine
I don't wanna be defined by my productivity
I just wanna achieve
Achieve nothing
I feel like my
By death be crowned, or live crushed beneath their blade
Of blood and rust, machines of armor and steel
Biological manipulation of life
Slaves
that punk on these niggas
You know what time it is, baby, go and take them panties off
Booty soft, told them, meet me at the loft
You know what time it
Chorus
Your such a show off
Ima take your clothes off
Your such a show off
You love to play on top
Your such a showoff
Ima lay you down soft
whining for the red, white and blush
If time is an old dirt road, we're left in the dust
Soft paws on hard wood will soon take their leave
Take shelter
in a Lex'
Your next move is slipping, your last move is shitting
As your body gets soft, the shotty went off
Little soldier, you're out of position
make diss songs
They making memes
Till I find them and run down on
And 'em and let it ring
Bitch there ain't a rapper alive
Fucking with the Machine (Not
God save my queen, god's the murder machine
You can put me to sleep, softly
I wish the world would turn the way i want it to
Soft and slowly with
them ol' grey mules
The farm grew to be a moneymaker
And the house he lived in grew up room by room
The boy worked hard but soon got tired
chord, says that you'll always be mine
With every gentle whisper, every soft sigh
I find my forever in the depths of your eyes
Roses are red, violets are
and see what tomorrow brings
Dallas - got a soft machine
Houston - too close to New Orleans
New York - got the ways and means
But just won't let you
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