Lyrics:
forget this stunning night
All I know, when the paparazzi passing by
Grab your shades, for all the flashing lights tonight
(I'm try'na make my money,
forget this stunning night
All I know, when the paparazzi passing by
Grab your shades for all the
Flashing lights tonight
(I'm try'na make my money,
eyed-man is king
Oh, every night you pray or is it wishing?
'Cause you're in no position to ask for anything
I'm guided by a warning light from heaven
Last night I was so deep in
I feel like I got reasons
To call it quits
How did I
How did I
Fall back in
By the time you pull up
I'm right back in it
the night for which I have to howl
My fingers claw your skin, try to tear my way in
You are the moon that breaks the night for which I have to
Howl, howl
the night for which I have to howl
My fingers claw your skin, try to tear my way in
You are the moon that breaks the night for which I have to
Howl, howl
Sung by Stevie Ray
And I wanna get in it
Not just sit at the bar
Saint Peter won't you let me bring my guitar
Well you can bet I'm hooked on coffee
And I
that pipe cuz I'm the flyest thing in sight
With all these drugs and sleepless nights I'm going crazy
It got me praying to the God, saying save me
These
connect
No respect squeeze off 'til all y'all diminish
Shootouts for twenty minutes, until we finish
Venice took the loot, escaped, in the Coupe
Break
And she just wanna ride all night yeah yeah yeah yeah
And baby girl I'm fine with that yeah yeah yeah yeah
I like the wild that I see in you eyes
You look
With The Wind
It's like the cold is blowing
But fuck it
The pen's in motion like my Venice Ocean
Like my city done switched up
But I'm still devoted
After the wash
Before the fire
I will decay
Melt in your arms
As the day hits the night
We will sit by candlelight
We will laugh
We will sing
Supper time in the hole
Supper time in the hole
I shame my family, shame my home
Supper time
Old Saint John on death row
He's just waiting for
Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
All the stockings were hung by the chimney
Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
All the stockings were hung by the chimney
'Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse
All the stockings were hung by the chimney
sinning 'cause
I ain't done winning
(No) gotta be fucked up to
Make it to the top, where the money at?
I could be next to me, Death
In Venice, work at CVS
love, there is no chance, there is nothing to you
Face your fears, raise your head, but never look in my eyes ...
(Saint)
- Together we´ll find
to know ya think of places i can show ya
all the things you've ever seen in ya dreams oooh
Let me know
what the deal
we can roll we can chill
by the fire
Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
All the stockings were hung by the chimney
Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
All the stockings were hung by the chimney
Knows all the streets by name
So mysterious, shadows meet James Dean
She's intoxicating, soon your favorite drink
Your black dress in disarray
Only dance
I observed your ways, you're No Saint
From VIP saw things they don't see
There's other girls by my side
I lied, I'ma let you know tonight,
Cause you
the sick
Oh Father, no one could ever forget
Oh Father, the night your eyes went black
In the Church of Saint Anne
Oh Father, God left you for dead
It
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