Lyrics:
Comin' from the place they call the Spanish Moon
Well I stepped inside, and stood by the door
While a dark-eyed girl sang, and played the guitar
Hookers,
No, I'll never give the hunt up
And I won't muck it up
Somehow this is it, I knew
Maybe fate wants you dead, too
We've come together in the very same
I got a phone call
Six in the morning, anonymous, that said
"Yeah nigga, we got him" and then they hung up
Then I looked down at my iPhone
Blood stained maroon
Blood stained my room
Blood stained maroon
Blood stained my room
Holding me down while I'm holding you up
And I thought what I
smashed up every mirror
Yeah, how do I look?
You fuckin' just let me here to die didn't you?
Why didn't you respond yet?
I've written you five or six
Do it
Watch it
Do it how I
Watch it
She ugly hot
Like a chick that call you to borrow
Five hunnid, then promise she gon' pay you back
Nothing to do to save his life call his wife in
Nothing to say but what a day how's your boy been
Nothing to do it's up to you
I've got nothing
chocolate chips
Oh oh yeah
Those chocolate chips
Sunday morning Maroon 5
I'll be thinking 'bout it till you get in tonight
Stealing all the covers and sharing
called Jack's
If you got a little time to kill
Just follow that crowd of people
You'll wind up out on his dance floor
Diggin' the finest little five
wanna hear about my everyday
I wake up, I wake my son up, then I feed him
And lead him into his carseat
Drive up the street down to Target
Don't do
five-piece group
Up and down the Gulf of Mexico
Guess who's leadin' that five-piece band
Well, wouldn't ya know, it's that swingin' little guitar man
the finest little five-piece group
Up and down the Gulf of Mexico
Guess who's leadin' that five-piece band
Wouldn't ya know
It's that swingin' little
Ooh
He works hard to give her all he thinks she wants
But it tears her apart 'cause nothing's for her heart
He pulls in late to wake her up with
I wake up and got four or five bitches in the bed
Smokin weed, Drinkin liquor by da keg
I was born an O.G. if yaint heard about me
I put four
Comin' from the place they call the Spanish Moon
Well I stepped inside, and stood by the door
While a dark-eyed girl sang, and played the guitar
Hookers,
brush my teeth every night but still I wake up with a bad mouth
And the background is my past and my presence will bring it back out
Deliver the raps
The glorious days is gone and everybody's doin' bad
Yo, mad lives is up for grabs
Brothers passin' away, I gotta make wakes
Receivin' all types of calls from
Comin' from the place they call the Spanish Moon
Well I stepped inside, and stood by the door
While a dark-eyed girl sang, and played the guitar
Hookers,
Where people pass by and you call them by their first name
Watching the clouds roll by
Bye, bye
Sometimes I can hear this old earth shouting
you wake from your dream with a wolf at the door
Reaching out for Veronica
Well, it was all of sixty-five years ago
When the world was the street
the love I feel and oh the peace
Do I ever have to wake up?
Awakened by a familiar sound
A clumsy fly is buzzin' around
He bumps the screen and he
the worth of fifty years living so close to the earth
Who'll give me five I got five now who'll give me ten
I'll call out the numbers and you just say when
He works hard to give her all he thinks she wants
A three car garage, her own credit cards
He pulls in late to wake her up with a kiss good night
If
into a wall
Woah oh oh , Woah oh oh
there's a ringing in my ears
Woah oh oh, Woah oh oh
and it's my wake up call
Jesus gave me a wake up call
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