Lyrics:
baby
I do
Put the pussy on a platform
Okay
Girl I left my bed warm
Don’t be late
I’m just tryna vibe for the night Cruising down 85
And she ready to get
drop far,
So di King half stop par
Did di gal weh a chase clout and Platform
To how she cold, mi bed warmer when I am alone,
In any man want her den
me off my platforms
I'm looking for that someone
Could you be that someone
I lay in my bed for hours on end
Dreaming 'bout your perfect silhouette
Oh
on'em
We're grumbling bass lines Yeah tastes fine, We dance instead of walking
I want platform where the people's shouting out what's wrong
I want
her bed.
Accustomed to these minor intrusions,
She stepped over them and reached for her ratty platforms.
They were gone.
At least they weren't where
mama's bed
Fuck your father
In your mama's bed
I went out one night
I was dressed real nice
Had my platforms on
Just like baby spice
And your dad was
One for the days of laughter
One for the final chapter
One for the pain that was my fault
One for my funny accent
And rooms and beds and made up
On the platform of an old railway station I enter a dream
And a couple are saying good-bye through the noise and the steam
But it's just "Brief
the curtains down
Sitting in the room
Waiting for a call
Sleeping all alone against the wall
It's in your head
A single bed
Now you keep repeating
Stories in
Little Nemo rubbed his eyes and got out of bed,
Trying hard to piece together a broken dream.
His visions lifelike and full of imagination
It's
Little Nemo rubbed his eyes and got out of bed,
trying hard to piece together a broken dream.
His visions lifelike and full of imagination
it's
Up at eight, you can't be late
For Matthew and Son, he won't wait
Watch them run down to platform one
And the eight-thirty train to Matthew
Up at eight, you can't be late
For Matthew and Son, he won't wait
Watch them run down to platform one
And the eight-thirty train to Matthew
Sons of the silent age
Stand on platforms blank looks and note books
Sit in back rows of city limits
Lay in bed coming and going on easy terms
Sons of the silent age
Stand on platforms blank looks and note books
Sit in back rows of city limits
Lay in bed coming and going on easy terms
Oh the secrets we keep without even trying
No emergency calls we're not even trying
Late train to get home to my bed
End a long day in a cold world
The train will soon be leaving
And the man says 'all aboard'
But you never leave the platform
And you never cut the cord
Most days you think
Waiting for you on that platform was my biggest mistake
Cause by then I realised you were never coming home
And if I were made of roses could I have made
back
Leap up off the platform
And hope you go splat
If the world isn't bad
Then I ain't good
People shot up in the streets
Right outside the whole foods
to rest
Yea you rip in the bed, new flows hard never less
All these bars make you stress, cuz nun of yo flows
Make them dance, get yo shit together y'all
Leech of my platform feel staged now
Envy and hunger the same now
Contemplate how it's gon play out
Why you still stuck in your ways
Have to adapt
Open up
That cellophane
The dopamine
Rushes to your brain
We used to lie in bed
Tin cans on our heads
Taken by the music
Or staring at a screen
(Good afternoon customers)
(Your next service to depart from platform one)
(Will be 5:04 Flinders Street)
(Stopping all stations to Flinders Street)
Been so long since a strange woman has slept in my bed
Look how sweet she sleeps, how free must be her dreams
In another lifetime she must have owned
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