Lyrics:
recorded it before
I remember writing it
Um
And enjoying it
Haven't read it in awhile
But
Really surprised I didn't record it
Because it was an inspiration
hill
Glass eye leading the dragoons for the kill
But we outrun ‘um, outfought ‘um
By Christ we outthought ‘um,
But the Frenchman and the Port’o’gee
Got
All my ladies and fellas
Can you feel me out there?
Piña coladas
Tequila and squirt,
Like a sweat lodge yurt:
So hot that it hurt in my thick silk shirt
Dance floor flooded, hands in the air
Bar in the back, ballers in the rear
Find me 'round there, bottles by the pair, yeah
All night 'cause it feels real
you better ask a
Weatherman he'll sigh and reply, "You shoulda stayed in the house"
Cause Mon is gonna rain on their parades
[Cold 187um]
Nowww,
Baby check it I'm in town, so you better come around
I'm on the beach sunset-ah , with my pina colada ,silk dress
Ain't nobody do it better
Baby
the wild blue yonder
Dark matter tangled in our spider silk armor
No matter the distance Ill pitfall across
Problem resolved ignore the jaws under the red
a frail scream
Caught by the bounds of tempering forest
Seeping, taut, and festering
She bores
Still beating
Snapping, skinning, binding silk and bone
Oh I feel so much love
For myself that it warms
Me better than any romance will do
I feel it through my skin
By everyday routine
I'm so adored by
jetzt klingelt mal wieder die Kasse sofort
Die Post hier um die Ecke wird zum Waffentransport
Acht Euro pro Shirt, hab' ich richtig gesehen?
Doch ich
champagne on ice
Lucky for you, that's what I like, that's what I like
Lucky for you, that's what I like, that's what I like
Sex by the fire at night
Silk
champagne on ice
Lucky for you, that's what I like, that's what I like
Lucky for you, that's what I like, that's what I like
Sex by the fire at night
Silk
would marry thee.
Oh, what is whiter than the milk?
What is softer than the silk?
Oh, snow is whiter than the silk;
Down is softer than the silk.
And what
big shake like JELLO JELLO
That silk brown skin peng ting BUENO BUENO
Yeah you know I'm on my grind
See you mad I'm hella fine
I slide thru and when
the i in we
You are you and i am me
But you and me make we
What an irony
Its another west coast classic yall
Um
Um um um um
Um
Um um um um um
Um
Its
a weapon, she's a weapon
Draped in silk of white,
With a heart as cold as ice,
Keeps you guessing, keeps you guessing
You can't fool a woman burned by love
The way I got you on the run, I hear you say "Let's fuck all night"
Feeling something better, I might fuck her if I'm feeling tight
Right, um, got
Brass buttons, green silks and silver shoes
My mind was young until she grew
My secret thoughts known only by the few
It was a dream much to real
up smart
The tailor's here by chance
He'll stitch your trousers, hole your belt
In fine couture of France
Your shoes, my goodness, how they're worn
Um Um Well Excuse Me
Um Um Well Excuse Me (Boii)
Um Um Well Excuse Me
Um Um Well Excuse Me
Um Um Well Excuse Me
Um Um Well Excuse Me
Um Um Well
Don't you despair 'cause your
Fantasy life is nowhere
Under my care you'll be
Back in the pink
Drunk without a drink
Tunnel down in soft silk
Well I came here for something funky to happen
Is this Christmas 'cause everybody's rappin
You better get sparked by the song that I sing
Although my
on the map
And by now I know I'm hitting
Cause I say a rhyme and girls be like, "Uh no he didn't"
I'm so nonchalont, word to my uncle and my aunt
I serve
a gal by the cut of her clothes
And I'll stand out in buttons and bows
I'll love you in buckskin
Or skirts that I've homespun
But I'll love you
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