Lyrics:
Can't look away
Can't look away
On your hips I take trip
Down memory lane
I wanna be your
Favourite mistake
Catch every whip that cracks
Oh, and by
hard goodbyes
Turn each other into liars
We had our reasons
Now we only get by on the lesions of our lies
You can run but you can't escape
Gold-sprinkled servant, east-roman child
Like God's own creation, where the blisters of ages in glory subside.
Speaking of wisdom, speaking
hallways with the drugs and the gats"
I used to try and honeys used to walk on by
Now I'm damn near 20 and still ain't got no ride
Caught
Planet Earth is slowing down
Overseas, underground
Wherever you look around
Lord, take me by the hand
Lead me through these desert sands
before
I don't wanna hurt anymore
So we get high just to get by
So we get high just to get by
You can blister me just like the sun
I hate you but I
Candy talks to strangers
Thinks her life's in danger
No one gives a damn about her hair
It's lonely down on track street
She used to go by Jackie
Oh, my mother was frightened by a shotgun, they say
That's why I'm such a wonderful shot.
I'd be out in the cactus and I'd practice all day,
our breath.
But, awoken by grief, our spirits speak
"How could you believe that the life within the seed
that grew arms that reached
And a heart that
slip (yeah)
'Cause mad nigga's throats gettin' slit
By the mister wit the heat ta burn ya til ya blister
You punk bitch, when the funk hit, the tongue
the winter
When midnight draws near
Sore feet, cold hands blister
Callused by the year
But it's a new day and I'm gonna be alright
New day and I'm feelin' so
You don't know, if you don't know by now
You better tell him 'bout it
What you gonna tell him bout it?
Yeah, yeah
Ten toes to the dirt
Pencil
all the little wishes as you plaster all your blisters
For your heart just melts all the brand new homes
Sandied down, down by the river
Over the hay
Ich bin fucked up
Wach in der Nacht
Mir gehts nicht gut
Auf der Jagd nach bisschen Liebe
Intoxicated by you
Kann ich nichts fühlen
Dann bin ich weit
with Lazarus billy-goat whiskers
He roasted sea-salt in the open blisters
But blind anarchy slips through the cracks
See naked martyrs with Bubblelicious
to catch some sun
They left me with these blisters on my skin
Don't know what I was on,
But I think it grows in Oregon,
So I kept on goin' going on right
to catch some sun
They left me with these blisters on my skin
Don't know what I was on,
But I think it grows in Oregon,
So I kept on goin' going on right
Oh, my mother was frightened by a shotgun, they say
That's why I'm such a wonderful shot.
I'd be out in the cactus and I'd practice all day,
hate me, b****es in the head beatin 'em (So)
N****s wanna ride by the crib all slow (Oh)
We clap motherf***er, want a real rap show?
Fiends are
amongst us
The age of fire's at hand
Stand by for Exciter
Salvation is his task
Stand by for Exciter
Salvation bids to ask
Everything he touches
Fries
with a blister each
I'm all pincher, fever-y hoodie on, hoodie off
Sweat thru his E.T. sheets to the worry dolls
Never met a quiet storm that didn't
Flying chunks of hot debris rushing through the air
Vapors causing blisters, eyes blinded by the glare
Clouds that shower death, hell falling from
here amongst us
The age of fire's at hand
Stand by for Exciter
Salvation is his task
Stand by for Exciter
Salvation bids to ask
Everything he touches
her sister
Her hands on her chin, thought she was a mister
Went out disco dancing, gave my feet a big blister
Smacked in the face until I finally I
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