Lyrics:
of Vice magazine
Social outcast at sixteen
But now she lives her Boho dream
She came from Omaha to Williamsburg
She loved Karen O and she had heard
That
i pennarelli indelebili
Le tipe con la faccia d'angelo che ci trattavano come dei demoni
Come oggi, Vice ed Esse Magazine
Ci godo che ora per loro
seem eternal
We should satisfy our needs
'Cause when the drought is coming
We should have filled our magazines
In every vice you'll find a little purity
then appear on the cover of a magazine
Blame it on your Violet Vices
Blame it on your Violet Vices
The anger on your lips didn't match that of your
Selling exes down the river
every Katie's got her price
and the details make you shiver
but it's hard to escape when your head is stuck in vice
pill
Lets go for a ride
I see hell behind lonely eyes
Take that pill
Lets go for a ride
Broken and abused
Indulge in my vice's
Welcome to the city
Where
in a dirty magazine
Everyone makes sacrifices, everybody's got their vices
Some girls got class and some girls got dreams
Some girls as sweet
I got my vices
I got a thought that would be nice
I'd like to crush your head tight in my vice...pain!!
And that goes for all of you punks in
mistake I'm 'bout
To rape the alphabet, I may raise some brows
If I press the issue just to get the anger out (brrr)
Full magazine could take Staples out
friends
Only vices and I'll burn out til the end
I move like a reaper never know when I might end it
Magazine deep you know I keep it extended
Letterbomb
Smoke and mirrors and everything nice
I wasn't married to the weekend I was banking? on the back end
Kamazaki and Miami Vice
She shook a few
soirée, elle kiffe la teuf
Hchem, pour moi, t'étais plus qu'un reuf
Elle a du vice sa mère, elle reste pas chez elle le samedi soir
À chaque fois
the same damn speech to the Oakland vice
But if you keep pushing, just like you
When they see me on the strip, coming through
I break it down so vicious
who I like
She ate me up for breakfast
She screwed me in a vice
But now
I don't know why
I feel so tongue-tied
I sat in the cupboard
with who I liked
She ate me up for breakfast
She screwed me in a vice
But now
I don't know why I feel so tongue tied
I sat in the cupboard
who I liked
She ate me up for breakfast
And screwed me in a vice
And now I don't know why
I feel so tongue-tied"
I sat in the cupboard
Down with sex and sin
Down with pot, heroin
Down with pornography
Down with lust
Down with vice lechery and debauchery
We are the new
like
She ate me up for breakfast
She screwed me in a vice
But now
I don't know why
I feel so tongue-tied
I sat in the cupboard
And wrote it down real
my face on the magazine
I'm gettin' global exposure
I count it up like a money machine
Then I get ready to blow it
I done bought a whip with
the same damn speech to the oakland vice
But if you keep pushing, just like you
When they see me on the strip, coming through
I break it down so vicious
destined to be
They couldn't swallow it, the hollow shit
A double barrow pump will get him out of it
50 Caliber Magazines couldn't model it
A monument, I
TGOD miami Vice, uh
Top off speeding, they say I'm the bad guy
Bitch ass nigga ain't nobody feeling that
You got a whole lot of mouth
I can kill you
and sadness
Fans relish when gladness is damned, devilish and ashes
But I like this cash, this massive magazine ad gets crackin'
Attractive chicks passin' is
Looking over every shoulder and Keep a burner
I got a magazine nearby
Don't make me empty
The magazine Bullets fly
And people die
Dreamless nights
Dreamless
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