Lyrics:
does feel nice
And the stove can be years
To light cigarettes
Oh, let the tablecloth burn
It's pretty that way
'Cause you smell like bread
and gone.
What I've done out of fear of being alone.
But I won't leave, I won't leave the one I love.
The sky stretches out
Like a tablecloth above us
I apologize,
Seem to have arrived,
On what items in my bag from your house.
There's cutlery,
A tablecloth, some Hennessy,
And a book
Goin' to the Gate of Horn
In my memory
Red light flickerin' on the tablecloth
Big, dark beer in front of me
How I wish that I was there
Miranda works the late night counter
In a joint called Betty's Diner
Chrome and checkered tablecloths
One steamy windowpane
She got the job
the baby
That's what we do with the baby-o
Wrap him up in a tablecloth
Throw him up in the old hayloft
That's what we do with the baby
That's what we
In Giuseppe's
The tablecloths shine with wear
The chairs are threadbare
But look happy to be sitting there
Becky's cashing up
It's the end
trip
Not our best idea but we went with it
I found meaning in a scratch off
After ruining your mom's tablecloth
I think we both know
The depth
sauce on the tablecloth
Think the god's soft, then this K about to break them all
Pussy ass niggas getting jealous cause we taking off
Imma feast, got
and I'm drinkin' again
And I'm thinkin' again, and I'm drinkin' again
A velvet tablecloth, a pack of Viceroys, a bottle of gin
And I'm drinkin' again,
of the deep
Pendants from hanging teeth
Your ghost did you wrong
When he wiped your spit on the tablecloth
I am here to fight
And light your blood in the dim
Pig knuckle, braised soft
White tablecloth, skewered squab
Smile like El Gato, chilled gazpacho
Greens tossed
Extra virgin sit's on top the sauce
I'm
lame boss, moonlight
Tablecloth
Not tonight it's been a hard slog
Friday night knock off
You the chosen few and a boom box
You work hard just to pay off
Hit another brick with the rock bottom, nigga
Went out for lunch (went out for lunch)
Table-cloth Fendi nigga
I fuck around and hit any nigga
I'm Jig,
crusade
A private bar in Sarajevo
curtains and tablecloths
are what I remember
A private bar in Sarajevo
we should have carved verse
into our teeth
place
On tablecloths and bits of lace
Attempts at amour fou are doomed to fail
In my laboratory of love
Proving to myself the lack
the tablecloths are rentals|Pass me the map and the brandy, I've got a pen already|Where's the ruler? Where's the compass? Ready, hold it steady'now, will you look
Miranda works the late night counter
In a joint called Betty's Diner
Chrome and checkered tablecloths
One steamy windowpane
She got the job that
house, looks like my mom. Dogs in the
driveway wagging, “Bye! Bye! Bye!” As they do. Down to the picnic by the lake, checkered tablecloths and
chocolate
on the bottom of my balls
I'm from Bodymore where well pop out anywhere without permission
Plus ill up my shit quicker than pulling a tablecloth from under
the tablecloth, kickin' the table stool (oh-yeah)
Y- you gonna piss me off, make a mistake, you fool
Someone please give me a minute, nah? Stick me in a plastic
just wanna know
Bitches on my
You ain't even on this level though
I'm just in this bitch you know you fold like a tablecloth
AMB, on top, Chevy truck,
on the tablecloth
Think the god's soft, then this K about to break them all
Pussy ass niggas getting jealous cause we taking off
Imma feast, got your bitch cooking
shining bright
I see a canvas painted in white
Coz the streaks that you left are fading tonight
But I see them when I close my eyes
A tablecloth full
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