Lyrics:
the mention,
Passing paths that climb halfway into the void.
As we cross from side to side, we hear the total mass retain.
Down at the edge, round by
Giddy by the bottle, the baton I grasp
The night is a thread my step, a mess
Who will quench my fire?
The flames who will bear?
Let us roar and shine
and you yea
I’m impressed by the things that you do yea
The way you touch me your stroke
The way I love you no joke
It’s just me and you yea
“I told
evidence for
If these things are what you mean by God
Then I believe in God but I
Don't believe in a personal
God to whom I look for comfort or for a
Natural
want to fuck
I met you and I stuttered in passion
Though slightly blinded by that ass
It was hard to keep my dick in my pants
Every time you pass
Got me
elitist
Fuck that let the music speak
Woah
Let the music speak woah
Let it speak
Let it speak
Straight White Male
By default I'm an asshole
Straight
over
This that old school stroke you wish you had
I'm staying by, you clutch your Birkin bag
But those days that you wanna get through
Let me build
I'm getting by with my wicked ways
I'm loading up and I'm taking names
I wanna dig my way to hell
I wanna dig my way to hell
I'm getting by
When you in it, boy, try not to drown (drown)
In my body, yeah
She get wetter and wetter, by every stroke you take (oh)
I can tell you ain't know I
I'm from the 302 I represent music culture
Got that papi stroke that'll turn my girl into a super soaker
I'm self made no limitation
Hoes get paid for
we could help you at least"
"Make you into a big star
By playing your guitar"
But the joke was on me
They left me flat to see
Going back West
our Savior, Adrenaline
Adjusted by a situation
Inspiration, that's music
And that's us
Here we go
Ya, that's what I'm talkin' about right there
You
evil
I ain't stressin' 'bout it
She'll come around when she wanna eat it up
Slow stroke, fast stroke, grindin' it
I'm a real pleaser
Sixty hoes in New
Into the hearts of peasants and kings
He began to unveil
The word that would change the course of all things
With eyes wide open all would see
The word
I'm feeling experimental
Just popped two now what have I gotten into
Trying to cope with all this shit I been through
These substances is fucking
dealt
I aint drownin' in the pressure
I turn into Michael Phelps
Yea... Im pragmatic
I'm simplifying the mathematics
Of this music, hustlin
Gettin' over
Ayo
Stroke of death
Brushing with fate
That's how I paint
It's all water based
Moving the bristle
Across your face
Semi-Gloss taste
With different
swear to God you ain't playing fair ohhh
My toes is curling we can do it to your
Favorite music yeh ohhh oh shit
Stroke is getting faster he going
Deeper
c cheaper price
But now lie scared
The load was high
So Karma's fair
When coming by
Just be prepared
I did my share
cnd so most took without a care
that I'm letting myself down there is not a day that goes by that. I don't feel like I've let myself down in the way that I have music. So little in my
did open up the door
To music's mystic dreams
With his songs of magik prophecy
In death he still sings
By the son of the god Apollo
And the muse
did open up the door
To music's mystic dreams
With his songs of magik prophecy
In death he still sings
By the son of the god Apollo
And the muse
four ways
Then chuck a tenner a day into Facebook's ad system to promote your latest single
Hoping it gets noticed by some important record label people
your brain into it
Take your time and educate your mind
In the long run I'm sure you'll find
That if you walk the walk you can talk the talk
But
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