Lyrics:
of our)
Cotton I'm in love with you
Why do our words always feel like wool
Up against my skin?
If only our words could be like the touch
The feel
Why do
in ko ma say
mi la tin we ke yo
should ca mei la
kin yo no ke mo cai
should cu lei kui
saa se wool xi gui
jin li we pei qi gui go gan xi gui
ya qi ma
velvet heartbreak
Crush you like a fool on a Friday night
Saturday mornin' mistake
Pullin' the wool over your eyes
It's a love ya and leave ya, double
I do
Love where I'm at
The stage, my band, and my old black hat
My big wool blanket
Sleepin' in my cowboy boots
I love my old bird dog
I like to watch
with me
Baa, baa, black sheep, have you any wool?
Yes sir, yes sir, three bags full!
One for the master (that's one bag of wool)
One for the dame
The future dyed in fresh blood... my tortured senses
Place of silence, moving shadows
Crimson eyes are strangely gleaming in the darkness
Madness
Well, I was raised in a sophisticated kind of style
Yeah, my taste in music and women drove my folks half wild
Mom and dad had a plan for me, it
TO SNIFF THE RANGES IN THE SCENT OF WOOL AND TAR;
AND IT TAKES HIM BACK IN FANCY, HALF IN LAUGHTER, HALF IN TEARS,
TO A SOUND OF OTHER VOICES AND A THOUGHT
don't care
I've been feelin so hot, so high since I dyed my hair
They tryna fuck with me
And talking a lot
But I never hear
I'm busy
I'm in the riot
I'm
want no wool
Tell your man a when your cups are full
Now show off
Gal you have the pretty pussy hand inna de air
One man a get ya pretty pussy gal swear
Wish a nigga ever would try
We gon' get his whole shirt tie dyed
He gon' have to know wassup with my side
He gon' have to take it up with my guys
You
chatting to
They wolves in sheep wool
Waiting to get at you
Draining ya life force
Waiting to eat up off you
Wait
Listen
Use the beat as the fire
I'm smoking
And even in that red dress
You'll be coming out like pure fine wool
I wait on the Lord to make a way
Cuz I've done everything that I can
The woman that I
like the taste
I've been up to villiers terrace
I've been in a daze for days
People rolling 'round on your carpet
Biting wool and pulling string
You
the taste
I've been up to Villiers Terrace
I've been in a daze for the days
People rolling 'round on my carpet
Biting wool and pulling string
You said
me down right from the start
Your dyed-blue hair made my heart crumble
But I should have known you'd be trouble
Gloria why aren't you scared?
I hid in
good Demons of the night,
Babylon or Canaan in the moonlight.
One is the fount of knowledge,
The other, with blood, is dyed.
(Verse 5)
Let strangers
Put my music on and stay happy bitch
I stay stacking shit for telling me i can't be rich
I put ice on my body then i spark the flame
Walk in the club
Grab me a toolkit
Everything's anything
Lavish scenes, nigga, symmetry
See me on a camel out in Tripoli
Polo Ralph Lauren the wool knit
Grab me a toolkit
Sugar in my fuel tank so I can't go too far
Your love's like glue, you're driving me insane
Cotton-wool sweet talk, treacle clogging up my brain
Some
crashed out
A slice of death, wrapped up
All in wool, passed out
Drunk, you stupid fool
In my bed, crashed out
A slice of death, wrapped up
All in wool
never be the same here without 'em, mate,
They don't shear sheep in hell,
No, they shear no sheep in hell.
Jumbuk, jumbuk, the wool rolls off the shears,
So here we go I'm in free fall
The roses red I'm getting small
Pull the wool from out my eyes
Shut it down my whole franchise
This potion keeps me
All he had was an old wool blanket
She was lost in the sand and the sky
Could it be the only chance worth taking
We may never know the real reason
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