Chinatown
Clyde Crooks
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I don't think it's hard to tell, too much to say I don't talk to anybody, anyway Never get to speak to much, never get to talk Wind up on the wheel, the pressure build Release Warmest cord, warmest care Love was sent, uh You got love, you got time What you meant, uh Yeah I want it days in advance Hop off the plane when I land I want it days in advance, right in my hand, don't wanna ask Don't wanna beg you, baby Don't wanna neg you, baby Don't wanna take my time Don't wanna talk to crazy Don't wanna beg, don't wanna beg, don't wanna beg Just wanna read your fuckin' mind Too few signs, way too much time, yeah Thinkin' 'bout if you were mine, yeah Why the f*ck I do this every time, yeah (I been thinkin' about) Sun salutation on a Monday White, white powder on the weekends, yeah Sirsasana on a Sunday Miley Cyrus, bloody nose, sinus leakin' Dancin' naked in your bedroom with the lights off Come on, baby girl, you're lookin' good, got the right stuff White t-shirt, black jeans, and you're iced up Show you angry love, summer night, different kinds of Different side of me What you to see the feeling that's behind the image What you to lie to me Keep the pace, fall behind All these ones, zeros in my mind Walk like Harriet, carry these nines You too kind, you too kind We ain't got ties, you ain't my slime Vespertine, oughta rape these dimes, yeah Oh god C-c-cut throat, kill you while you sleep, bitch Yeah, yeah, yeah Come through I want it days in advance, hop off the plane when I land I want it, I want it days in advance, right in my hand, don't wanna ask That's just how the evening started Stamp your forehead with these fuckin' rings Blood shedding on the carpet, catch a body Four to the head like mane I'm a gonna have to beg your pardon Pullin', Tokyo Drift, Johnny Dang, rollin' too hard, goin' James Harden I'm tellin' you that it don't have to be this way I remember everything you said to me Cloudin' all up in my mental sky tonight Please just won't you let me take your pain away Just want you to let me f*ck your pain away F*ck your pain away, f*ck your pain away, hmm, hmmm Soft like a bullet in the head Wet like Mohave, like the Red Council flat music, Limerick Soft like a bullet in the head (Soft like a bullet in the head, soft like a bullet in the head) Doin' 89 down Hope Street Same fuckin' fog that killed Kobe 24 bands every morning Hmm, I been, I been on it (Yeah, yeah) Backwooded in the Benzo And she pass it right to herself She don't even need no help Make her feel you again Catch you creepin' here I might stare Coke queens playing pretend They ain't your friends, they don't wanna see you in the ends Behind their eyes ain't nobody there Love ain't for rent Love ain't for sale But I'd give it all to you if he weren't here You would still see me, you would still care Lyin' to myself, sayin' what you got is rare, aw yeah Aw yeah, aw yeah, aw yeah
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