Lyrics:
"How enduring, how we need durability.
The sky before sunrise is soaked with light. Rosy colour tints buildings, bridges, and the Seine. I was here
Party paint the picture now
Down, down, down, down, down
Never had better
She knows she's been soaked
Never been wetter
All you know is Patron chasers
I met a gin-soaked barroom queen in Memphis
She tried to take me upstairs for a ride
She had to heave me right across her shoulder
Cause I just can't
shall bear my toddler
So many hands raised as the band plays
I’m here now
Watch how many nigga's plans change
First class flights, Ciroc soaked nights
400 for the goat
Broke niggas do the most, stackin' bread by the loaf
Burnin' trees by da O, try to swim and get soaked
two fingers in her pussy, bitch
It's super soaked (Ew)
And I walk 'round, F&N, hit 'em in the nose
(Brrat) when we upped on that nigga
He had hit a pose
and the judge
" until they free my cousin
I stayed down and stayed in
My lane and I soaked
Up the game and gave it to my brother
And now he givin' game back to me
the GOAT (Woah)
I play with her throat
I know that shit soaked
Makin' her eat, hope she don't choke
Perc' in her mouth
(Woah) , it's in her ass (yeah)
Niggas
loving now?
I'm thinking you should hang around
Still feel the same?
Well, sing it to the rain
(Soaked to the skin
Running into the QH foyer
And the door
I had a dream the other night
A dream I can't forget
It woke me with a sense of doom
And soaked my sheets in sweat
This vision plagues my every
soaked from the sweat
I laugh and stab, stab, stab
Relapse, almost fixed
But the medicine never really
Seemed to kick in
I slit a couple of throats
Have a girl's drawers soaked
Nigga this is no joke
How I have them whores broke
Payin for attention i'm sorta like a gigolo
Call me Fab Schneider -
hand
I been smokin' a lot you been here to take care of me
Woulda' soaked up my liver but your are my therapy
I can go to LA and be starrin' in movies
the 'dilly and we soaked ourselves in gin
Now the only deck I'd want to walk
Are the stalks of corn beneath my feet
And the only sea I'd want to sail
Is
I met a gin soaked barroom queen in Memphis
She tried to take me upstairs for a ride
She had to heave me right across her shoulder
'Cause I just
morning, Monday morning
Yeah, yeah...Yeah, yeah...Yeah...
No-one's cold on Monday morning
Once we lazed on sun-soaked beaches trying
Golden people blessed
Young's and Stella Adler's
Conti's takes talented potential-soaked tweens
As early as eleven
Grounding them in enough singing, dancing
And acting lessons
all wet, speakers burst, soaked
we, up three flight now, tried to meet up with the galley crew
but it seemed everyone had gone
we had a smoke to pass
saw into the heart of her final blood-soaked night
Those lunatic eyes, that hungry kitchen knife
Ah, I see sir, that I have your attention!
Well, could
like I'm Jamie Carragher on grime (grime)
Spitting on the riddim 'til it's soaked
Hit 'em then I kill 'em with the smoke
I am not the nigga to provoke
Aha
Uhm
1, 2, now
Round here they sing broken hymns
The prayers flow better when I'm soaked they're gin
The air is rusty and sits in the corner
Bad
coasts
Gonna make sure y'all go home
And change clothes
But now we just want you're clothes to be soaked
And if you can't take it
Undress
There goes my valentine again
Soaked in red for what she said
And now she's gone
Oh my god, have I done it again?
There's a pulse and it's
On the corner
Of estates around the river
And she adds up all the takings
Hid behind her wilting paper
In the morning
In the morning
Soaked in bath
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