Lyrics:
ever much a part of the scene
No that couldn't have been them at the grocery store
By now they wouldn't look like like they did before
Every face is
the room
Repercussions occur when you try and snitch
Red light, green light
One, two, three
Look mean, got my machine
Cried and hit you, please
Say shake
Flap by day and fly by night
You're the spirit of my life
Sing so slowly and smile bright
You're the moonshine in my eyes
My eyes
Kiss me baby
Cover my eyes
Crawl back in my shell
While you giggle and scream
And make a big scene
I'll be here in the dark
By my pinball machine
Trilby Defoe
I
up and see what tomorrow brings
Dallas, got a soft machine
Houston, too close to New Orleans
New York got the ways and means
But just won't let
up and see what tomorrow brings
Dallas, got a soft machine
Houston, too close to New Orleans
New York got the ways and means
But just won't let
up and see what tomorrow brings
Dallas, got a soft machine; Houston, too close to New Orleans,
New York's got the ways and means; but just won't
spitting in my ripped jeans
Call me Aliyah Aziz
Team seventeen
Stop testin me
I ain't no machine
Recipe for queens, ain't no television screen
Not by any
turning away from the path of soft skin
To a path of mechanical sin
Turning away from the warmth of gold
To an empty machine that's broken and cold
war machine
Left me stone cold wasted
Inner conscience is so damn clear
Staring ether sunshine
Fall into your soft light
Drown in seas of dark wine
what I'm sayin'?
I just popped a bean, I just threw my neck back
I'm in the latest machine, I hope I don't wreck it
Bitch threaten me like she gon'
a knife?
Blood from the cut will be lost in the soil
Little by little, ‘till nothing remains
Bring on the future where synthetic oil
Slowly replaces
in different colors, I believe
In the sewing machine, I've lost myself
Memories inside my heart are there to grieve
Color-coded by the love he gave
You know sex 'em up a little bit
You know what I mean?
You're the honey that I see when I'm riding by
The one giving me a feeling that I can't deny
not checking your message machine
Seem like your never in
Oh but I got a hunch, if we can just do lunch
I can get your attention again
I know you
Comet, come Dasher, come Prancer
Come niggas with machine guns, I think that is the answer
But the question 'Should we take that bullshit from them
not checking your message machine
Seem like your never in
Oh but I got a hunch, if we can just do lunch
I can get your attention again
I know you
for a life god-damned
Bellowed out by beasts in the shadows bred
Soft-spoken horrors of a poet's hand
How will they remember me?
All for a life
a vintage car
I like red, I guess I'm a woman too
It's when the lights at night
Shine the brightest that
I enjoy pretty boys walking by
And wonder what it'd
home
Surrounded by broken glass, surrounded by young peers, that speak with a broken tongue
That followed the scent of gunpowder from broken rose petals
by the river just as the sun was sinking low
And in her eyes I saw big trouble like the muddy waters down below
Her lips were soft and sweet as honey
machine
I try to phone a friend
My credit's in the red
I try to skip the fare
Ticket inspector's there
No no, this can't be right
I live an honest
Hope'll set your eyes agleam
Like four feet dangling in the stream
The kingdom of God, it's a pressure machine
Every step, gotta keep it clean
want to be your son
The only lover I'm ever gonna need's your soft, sweet, little girl's tongue
And Rosie, you're the one
Dynamite's in the belfry,
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