Lyrics:
a homebody
We're gonna have a house party
If you wanna be a homebody
We're gonna have a house party
Throw a neon t-shirt over the lamp shade
I'll take
Genie out the lamp line up and the gold tooth
I'm a fucking cartoon, all I see is a box around me
Everything on loop
Introduction so classic sounding
Me
me
So many people come and go it's like that door revolvin'
Had my first repass at nine then I start goin' often
Lamp had a frown on his face like
followed me, followed me
(Stay the same)
(Gold rush) I remember a winter's night
(Gold rush) we kissed beneath the street lamp light
(Gold rush)
like the green grass under my shoes
What can I lose? I'm flat, that's that
I'm all alone when I lower my lamp
That's why the lady, that's why the lady
headshot, (come here)
Headshot (come here), headshot (come here), headshot (come here)
Come here
Speed off, hold on, bro, I think he still breathin'
Lamp
to you
Bring those killer heels with you
Sometimes in life a girl must tango alone
With a sultry night and a steady lamp post
So what if you find you
where my kidney used to be
Knocked over lamp, some broken plates
Prescription pads for opiates
There was a wayward lad
Stepped out one morning
The ground to be his bed
The sky his awning
Neon, neon, neon
A blue neon lamp in a midnight
Memory, your lamp light is burning holes
Recover the damage, bring it all home
Follow the bliss just like summer song
Please stay there forever,
Memory, your lamp light is burning holes
Recover the damage, bring it all home
Follow the bliss just like summer song
Please stay there forever,
Delirium, delirium
Kaleidoscoping in
Could you love me too?
In my delirium
The lions of the lamps coming filing in
Pacing through the still around
followed me, followed me
(Stay the same)
(Gold rush) I remember a winter's night
(Gold rush) we kissed beneath the street lamp light
(Gold rush)
Street lamps lit like they're trying to teach us
I've seen this scene before, real life
The nature wrote the score, my lines
Look into your eyes
was loco
To rub for a genie
While burning my hand on a lamp
I may not be normal
But nobody is
So I'd like to say before I'm through
I'd have
at boot camp
Tight ass little kids bustin' down the street lamp
Neighbourhood hustler come knockin' at my door
Gotta pay my debts, need to settle
A thousand miles away from me
A court of angels
Ward of the sun
A future forming
A curse undone
Under our softly burning lamps she takes her time
Turn off the TV and turn off the light
Turn off the street lamps as well
Turn off the billboards that scream through the night
And dream
tags
Found an ancient oil lamp
Hidden among the rags
So he picked it up and he rubbed it down
Thought he'd gone insane
Cause a genie flew out,
post up memes
Might twist me a Swisher, but don't like Backwoods
I light it up, it got me feelin' like a lamp in the plug
Just put the ash in the cup,
to love
Where are you, o my son, where are you
Ayeka, Ayeka, Ayeka
Teach me to love
They say man is the lamp of God
Well I'm your fog lights in this
Lingering heels
Clumsy with guilt
Shaking through crypts
Finding the feel
Of the room taking shape
Loveless chairs
Burned out lamps
Faking
torturous blow
New lamps for old
Bright shiny gold
Innocent youth
Falsehood for truth
The eye of the needle, the loss of the thread
Triumphant
a time-rusted compass blade
Alladin and his lamp
Sits with Utopian hermit monks
Side saddle on the golden calf
On their promises of paradise
You will not hear
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