Lyrics:
How do you make room for the guilt
Protective measures or premeditated pleasure
Countless hours designing power
What's the purpose
A million lives
digger strikes his damsels
But when I lost the magic sandals
I said some things I could not handle.
Going 90 off my star
So is flashing by as the flame
Faster than a comet
Ludicrous speed
I made it In my mind
In this lifetime
On any given day
we might turn feral
Seeing from a Dutch Angle
Guided by
want
Live it how you will
The sting of bitterness
The rise of blessed pill
Fog and folly crimes
A slow decay of time
Crawl on your knees
The flood
As a child
Each day seemed to last forever
All the answers
To mysteries were mine to uncover
As a child I was entertained by simple pleasures
When you're burned by the need, heartache won't let go
And you're searching in your soul for a stranger who won't say no
Steal a way to my soul
better
This ain’t no guilty pleasure
Swear I got a vendetta
Thirsty and I’m proud of it
Tryna get on your good side
Make it clap for the sound of it
you, it's a treasure
Don't seek validation for your pleasure
Through the highs and lows, we'll pull through
Rewarding yourself starts by loving you
That kinda love was the killin' kind
All I want is someone I can't resist
I know - all I - need to know
By the way I got kissed
I was cryin' when I
Kaleidoscopic thrills and spins
Carousel waltz, don't touch the ground
Faster turns the merry-go-round
Sleep by day, fly by night
Pleasure gardens of delight
Probably wonderin' what the fuck you listenin' to right now, ahah!
King amongst kings! It's an absolute honor and a pleasure y'know I'm sayin'
To bring
Portobello road
You'll find what you want in the Portobello road
Rare alabaster, genuine plaster
A filigreed samovar owned by the czars
A pen used by
comprende, me no speak no Engle
Here, now yo' ass feelin' tingley
Now, you're doin' shit like Darryl Stingley
Don't get stung by the motherfuckin' sting ray
Of the digital edition of The Age
Written by their asian affairs expert
The horror of solitude will sting
As my life is misrepresented by a comms graduate
Who
Night
Beat it with the left, beat it with the right
I'ma knock the pussy out like Fight Night (yeah, yeah, Quavo)
Float like a butterfly, sting like
Knocked out cold
Thrown into the trunk
Driven back to my
Cellar of pleasure
Dragged down concrete steps
Hoisted up by the ankles
Suspended
We fear the cold blackness that night represents
And at dawn we watch the shadows flee the light
Yet our pleasure is muted before life's final
found only in Christ our King
We are alive and death has lost its sting
VERSE 2
Cleansed by Your blood, Clothed in Your love
You have set me free
to sting you
And then one day
Decides to bring you
Something to believe in
For even a night
One night may be forever
But that's alright
That's
verse 1 :
candlelight's and mood music ooohh
champagne, sweeter when i put you to it mmm
i take her by her hand and hold her tight
but she don't
Freely You've bled for us
Christ is risen from the dead
Trampling over death by death
Come awake, come awake
Come and rise up from the grave
Christ is
here
Sweet nothings some chatter
No matter time
I'll turn up whenever it's you
Cause when we collide
It's fire pleasure lightning
When we collide
It's
shine down upon me
By some higher order you keep getting bolder
By God or by country you kill like a soldier
By some widdle you sung little but scream
The greatest empire Eath had ever seen
Corrupted by a ghost full of lies and egocentricity
But they had the supreme pleasure
Crucifying
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