Lyrics:
for your love, as a matter of fact
I love to hold you tightly.
I've always been looking for your sweet smell,
to convey my voice. (I love you)
Where
can tell 'e's
Used Pirelli's.
Company:
Let me have a bottle.
Make that two.
Mrs. Lovett:
Pardon me, sir,
What's that awful stink?
Todd:
Smells to me
around
Her coffee tawny skin
Sent my blood pressure up and down
Castilian blue
Castilian blue
I never ever thought
I'd be so taken by a girl like you
I could never give away
The recipe that made you
It's a family secret
I keep every day
It smells so sweet
And brand new
Yes you do
My little bun in
smell
A stench of evil, reek of death
A slow descend to hell
To Abaddon chained by fire and hate
To Abaddon Were the sinners meet their fate
gotcha
All of y'all sweet, taste like kombucha
Niggas to friendly, ain't no koombaya
If I got enemies we sliding by y'all
Load up the clip n we sending em
(Do you hear the bubbles?)
Sitting on a bench
Warm breeze on my face
The sweet smell of your scent
A perfect day begins
Begins so innocently
(Whoa, whoa)
(Whoa, look killa, ay)
(Look killa, ay)
(Look killa)
I come in when they waking up
My twin sliding by, he'll take your money
All
myself
nigga, what?
Push the button, send that boy straight to hell
Drippin flawless water, just like a well
This real drank, you can tell by the smell
Bubbles
(Do you hear the bubbles?)
Verse 1
Sitting on a bench
Warm breeze on my face
The sweet smell of your scent
A perfect day
told me be careful of what you do
And don't go around breaking young girls' hearts
She came and stood right by me
Just the smell of sweet perfume
In the shadow of these black suburban hills
Dreamed by architects who've given up their will
There's an emptiness that never can be filled
Have
their nonsense in extensia.
They're talking too tough for me to inspect
So I have a smell who seems the best to connect.
I pick my clique and set
This house is full of secrets.
This house smells of ghosts.
Dreams that never woke,
Dreams that never woke.
Nightmares never spoke of.
Outside
tear
You are the force I used to fear
The smell of gas is spreading
Yet all I can do
Is keep on smoking with you
Your eyes sparkle, you're
Walk through the Highlands with a pitbull terrier
Inhaling coffee with a 40 dollar pedicure
Outside I swear I smell a crazy couture line of clothes
blowin' KK in the air
Ayy, that shit be hard for me to smell, mm-hmm
Got all these VV's in my ear
That shit be hard for me to hear
I stay surrounded by
your the man of your turf
But you ain't putting in the work
Putting in work like a foot soldier
I got the work you can smell the odour
Knock em out
chains round the neck
He ever seen her before, her face don't connect
No, so keep it on the low, go
Seizes her by the arm
Looks right into the eyes cause
dreams fulfillin'
I'm finna make a killin'
But still I'm by that building where
These niggas try to kill 'em
Cause when he's not around is when
His niggas
Back in the days, into the chamber 36
Big Tig' putting it down in dirty mix
Provided by EQ
Test me and my crew, guarantee you lose
Man your whole crew
the day Murdoc's tropical ghetto
Was raided by pirates
(Not the eye patch king - those modern
Day ones with machine guns and
No sense of flair) murdoc
Up on th' hill
Down by the river
By the ocean
Across the field
By the word
Of the boognish
Lordy lordy lord
I'm comin' home
When I was younger
My
Hair, I toss back behind my shoulders as I pop my gloss
I smell like vacation, but I work like boss, yeah, a celebration
I look right, I look left,
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