Lyrics:
antique
In my field of expertise
Now I'm losing all my teeth
And forgetting how to speak
I'm forgetting how to speak
forgetting how to speak
I'm forgetting
Time and a place
I don't need no space
I like it like the way you like it all on your face
Vibe Antique
Energy Sweet
Keep us secret for the weekend
they're faces without names
And the quilts she made with her own hands for warmth on winter nights
Are all just antiques in the yard sale and patchwork
fry
He's the witch hunter and the fairy finder
And the childhood fantasy reminder
He's the apple pinchin' antique half inchin'
John fry
Theres a man
fry
He's the witch hunter and the fairy finder
And the childhood fantasy reminder
He's the apple pinchin' antique half inchin'
John fry
Theres a man
Talk is cheap, why you think they have ability to speak
Don't Raven me, if the faces ain't mystique
Created classics with the value of antiques
Back
Vintage drip called antiques
Hit gym work on techniques
I get the pink and blue like South Beach
They gone teach you if you reach
Don't give no fuck bout yo
and a heart of meat
Pleasured pain on an antique train
Golden abatoir chains
It's the meat factory
On splintered floorboards fingers tap
Tap-rapping-tap-tap
hard like your work week
Beats that sounds brand new but they’re antique
Waves of sound relentless they don’t stop
We stand holding hands while the beat
We'll keep singing our song under bright stars
Like the broken light from old antique cars
Well sometimes we forget just who we are
Comin' down this
you in the backseat
You sleepin on me heres some caffeine
My styles unique like an antique
She workin it out like an athlete
Athlete
Athlete
Athlete
to the past, but like Antiques it's golden age
We're in our golden age
Polish up real quick and get a new identity
We're no longer Heaven's Tea, but the New
antique
An undercurrent to her creek
Oh love come shove me
As if I don't care
Stand up above me
Mighty to spare
I know you won't notice
My roar is a low
a des milliers d'années
cvant même la création de l'antique phocée
Mais le Mahabaratin est comme l'éclair
Le MahaBaratin sa langue est sans frontière
Le
méga baratin a des milliers d'années
cvant même la création, de l'antique Phocée
Mais le méga baratin est comme l'éclair
Le méga baratin, sa langue est
Luggage lights off lets go
Train moving forward slow
Home again
Choke pain
Hey
Wave
Face that antique doll Emma drew
The mirrors and walls they
playground aux snacks nos points d'attache demeurent identiques
L'album est dans les bacs : claque de fraîcheur de Mc's antiques ! *
Entourés des
And beg for mercy and sacred antique ways
To fool my own heart and destroy
What once seduced me with no love
So I beg for mercy and sacred antique ways
It's
old show
I'm antique - im a freak - im alive
Video never killed the Radio - oh oh
We're going with the flow - oh oh
Same old me - same old you -
man's chin
My rattlesnake skin
Though I still may know how to feel
I still may know how to feel
I still may know
What could you want with my antique
alone, I'm wondering how does a star shine bright when there's no one in sight, when I'm alone, my friends don't normally speak, I'm befriending an antique
Growing old is my only danger
Cuckoo clocks and plastic socks
Lampshades of old antique leather
Nothing looks weird, not even a beard
Or the boots
between the now and yesterday.
Scenes from the past,
premonitions all too real.
We dwell like antique paintings,
older every day, older every day.
Until
walks,and playing chess
I seemed at my ensign
With a bill to impress
I'm over 27
Not in long I'll be an antique
Wish I could earse 11
But I have
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