Search results for 'Ambrosian'

what you stolen
I just miss your lips
'Cause they tasted so ambrosian

Ambrosian, ay, yeah, ay, yeah
Oh, oh, oh, I see your face oh, no, no

Bleed your libation
And tip my scale
A faceless image
Such a gross incandescence
Ambrosian skies
Hidden by my cloak
Rain of azure
A flock of crows
Your

your Lion to devour my heart
From Ambrosian lips the spirit departs
Deliver unto me your art of prophecy
Through power of the cadaver
Break the walls

the interest staying piqued
And when I smoke?
Shits astronomical
Lines so goofy
Real comical
But my veins are frozen
Pussy been ambrosian
Was that really acid?

Ambrosian har tappat smak
Om inte vi vilka annars Infinity mafia

Åh jag knäpper mina händer
Ser ljuset som en midnattssol
En dag i sänder
Jag är säker på min

that's Interwoven is cold ambrosian

Posing has got me dozing
Loathing in always choking
My spirits moping cuz Ian Floating scared of foreboding

And that

a soothing balm
Euphoric song in evening calm
A fragrant hymn, Ambrosian psalm
Float across the water toward the dawn
Then you pierce the night
I can hear you

ambrosian 
You’re every luxury 
All this devotion 
Is every bit of me 

No telling where we’re 
Where we’re going 
My heart is floating 

You are the 
You are

ambrosian
Now that I'm guided in my movement
Limits of self are just illusions
My soul is old and amaranthine
Free from fetters, sanguine, blooming
yeah, yeah

calypso
Whole new calypso

[Pre-Chorus]
Hold a drink and dip fuh me na
Swing yuh hips fuh me amiga
Make the thing ambrosian
Pop the thing on social
Hold yuh

Ambrosian bliss
Could fester into hate
But this toxin is my destiny
Infestation is my fate

Smoke
When I'm smoking
My thoughts are astronomical
Some of my lines are real goofy, comical
But my veins are frozen
That pussy ambrosian
I'm

liquor gats 
Distopian diplomats 
Can't hold him or know his past
She's ambrosian float like gnats 
But let go and she goes splat
Lighter burn fire turns

potions glow illuminates ambrosian oceans
Alone soaked in paint and shapes I recreate her motions grace
To sip a taste of what it was
What was underneath us

are the one
There's no wasted emotion

In every moment
And every hiding place
I find a home in
The memory of your face
You're so ambrosian
You're every

curious cabinets?
Ah, make your flight to Melisuavia's lips:
there may you revel in ambrosian cheer,
where smiling roses and sweet lilies sit,
keeping their