Lyrics:
This is your station baby
All I see is strobe lights
Blinding me in my hindsight
Finding me by myself
Promise me you can help
In all honesty I got
People ask if I'm in love with you
Because I'm sitting here with your picture
And smiling to myself
I'm kinda lost in my own thoughts of you
My
the fate of a nation, rests hard on your bosoms, the king on
His throne, puts his
Hand down his robe, the torture of inverse and silk screen and Harry,
reverse, the sharpening wing of the edge of a sparrow, for suitable reckonings too numerous to mention, as the queen is fat she is devoured by rats there is
to you
Right or wrong, I’m hanging on
Tracing your name in the sky
Counting clouds, crying out tears rolling by
By and by
Silk flowers forgotten
I'm losing control
I can't tell you how I feel my heart is full of holes
I got trust issues and that's entirely your fault
I guess you were the reaper
[PRODUCED ENTIRELY BY 98FOREIGN]
I see you Sick of 9
I got 8 more times to get it right
Cried a couple times cuz you never understood the type
homes getting' our thug on
Bottles of Patron if you grown get your buzz on
We brought the broads out and brought the cars out
I'm like the moon I shine
violently
Offended by the way we treat each other
Yet offended by the way we get offended over nothing
It's so cowardly, hide behind our keyboards and our
silks and satins and linen that shows
And I'm all yours in buttons and bows
Gimme eastern trimmin' where women are women
In high silk hose
of the previous solar cycle
No need to recycle old ideas
Old ways
And old days
New thought can turn a zero into one
Followed by zeros
Who become the one
The primary
Into my shabby frayed abode
I'm your feist. You're my wandering single pooch
Our leashes are tied by knot
Disemboweled entrails are thrown from you out
crumbling as the voices stop
Decisions given as the rhythm drops
Entirely driven by the hand of God
In the final extreme
We were left on the scene
Separate
Lucky for you, that's what I like, that's what I like
Sex by the fire at night
Silk sheets and diamonds all white
Lucky for you, that's what I like,
your suffering and pain
The Efigy of redemption new reality and faith
Worshipers of vision that was seeded by the ones
Lying in the shadows whispering
gals keep a-usin'
Those silks and satins and linen that shows
And I'm all yours in buttons and bows.
Gimme eastern trimmin' where women are women
gals keep a-usin'
Those silks and satins and linen that shows
And I'm all yours in buttons and bows.
Gimme eastern trimmin' where women are women
[Silk]
Yo Kl, what the motherfucking deal nigga
Fuck you make some shit like this for
This shit too motherfucking hard
We just goin' put this
stance
(The television tells you visions to obscure and blind your path, and I can’t take it no mo)
(Beautiful)
(Piece by piece... yeaa)
(They takin yo
that's what I like, that's what I like
Sex by the fire at night
Silk sheets and diamonds all white
Lucky for you, that's what I like, that's what I like
Summer passed by before I could bat an eye
Tequila sunsets and bleak sunrises
There are no more long days now, no more prize fighting
I’ll even give
When they come, looking for me
I'll be entirely still, I'll try not to breathe
They will come, beating their drum,
Take me under your wing, I'll
we do the walk-by (yee)
On your new picture, we archive (uh)
If we cross paths, leave you cross-eyed
Had to slap a bitch, she chose the wrong side
ye if yer late,
When we have to push the boat out on a spring tide.
Now ye could die and hope for Heaven, but ye'd need to work your shift,
And I'd
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