Lyrics:
One of the faceless blues taps the other in suit.
“Look at this guy,” it laughs. Mate looks up and walks over to them right in front of their table,
Big promises in the air
Yesterday was such a scare
So much love I can't bear
Never said I didn't care
Two days in and it's over
Wasn't a four leaves
no defeat
Fractal a feat
Finessery
Evidently
Ebony flee
Fleek as a leak
Grace on the beat
Yeah aw be
Blue moon
In the dawn
Early 4th of october
August is over those golden days are through
Yet I hear you still your whispering longingly calling for a rewind
As the sky rolls black from blue
All
Uh huh
Rex Ruger on the beat
Glorious gargoyle gang
October rojo
Pressure blessing
IFam music
Listen bitch
Muchacho Malo
Said haaah
Gang here too
Red
If you really knew how many times I've tried to help you
Make your mind up in the matters of the heart, you'd not be bothered
By the miscues
pockets flood over (Flood, flood)
Flood over, flood over whoa whoa
Yeah, got ooh woo (Ooh woo)
Double-sided colors, green and blue (Green and blue)
Yeah, I
been a fucking awhile
Living life, getting sober, ever since October
I've been fiending for a high
I'm feeling dark, feeling over, I've never, never told
Tell me, you think running away
Is gonna solve em oh
Babymil and Dattkidrob, ooh
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh ou ah
Weeks been passing by
over Beethoven and tell Tchaikovsky the news
We got the rockin' pneumonia we need a shot of rhythm and blues
We caught the rollin' arthritis sittin' down
Blue on blue, heartache on heartache
Blue on blue now that we are through
Blue on blue, heartache on heartache
And I find I can't get over losing
Roll over Beethoven and tell Tchaikovsky the news
I got the rockin' pneumonia,
I need a shot of rhythm and blues
I think I'm rollin' arthritis
talks over the fate of Mr. Assange
October 2018 Mr. Assange is given a set of house rules by the Ecuadoran Embassy
Also it's revealed he is going
the blues
Roll Over Beethoven and tell Tchaikovsky the news
I got the rockin' pneumonia,
I need a shot of rhythm and blues
I think I'm rollin'
Roll over Beethoven
And tell Tchaikovsky the news
I got a rockin' pneumonia
I need a shot of rhythm and blues (woo)
I think I got it off the writer
Roll over Beethoven
And tell Tchaikovsky the news
I got a rockin' pneumonia
I need a shot of rhythm and blues (woo)
I think I got it off the writer
Roll over Beethoven
And tell Tchaikovsky the news
I got a rockin' pneumonia
I need a shot of rhythm and blues (ooh)
I think I got it off the writer
remain
By the poison he died in October of 1944
By his fellows and his enemies
He'll be remembered as the Desert Fox
By the poison he died in October
and a hug
You bottle it all up
For your running out of luck
Run over by a truck
'Cause life is being such a little dick at times
Makes you wanna run
But I
I do
To loose the connection with you?
You stayed on my mind
Thought about you all the time
Then you came out the blue
And showed nothing was true
I
standing by the live oak tree, in our yard on Canyon Lake
And I'm driving under miles and miles of clear blue Texas skies
Some strangers in a pick-up truck,
hollows
Wit ah mask october aye
Bitch
Aye I got alotta those
Big blue strips got alotta those
And its gang in this bitch
Wit alotta poles
Hella pussy in dis
more I could say about her
So I'ma let the chorus take over
Red cheeks, brown hair
Yellow gloves, green dress
One piece, blue coat
Purple boots she said
October second, over anything
What if by the time it gets to my birthday my phone still doesn't ring?
What if by the time it gets to my birthday my phone
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