Lyrics:
hallway
My forte causes Caucasians to say, "He sounds demented"
Car weed scented
If I said it, I meant it
Bite my tongue for no one
Call me evil,
hallway
My forte causes Caucasians to say, "He sounds demented"
Car weed scented
If I said it, I meant it
Bite my tongue for no one
Call me evil,
and drifting
Mechanical music
Adrenaline surge
Well-oiled leather
Hot metal and oil
The scented country air
Sunlight on chrome
The blur
in scented jasmine tea
But you knifed me in my dirty filthy basement
With that jaded, faded, junky nurse oh what pleasant company, ha
Though, we
the scented flowers inside a rain-drenched forest
But that was so long ago that I can scarcely feel
The way I felt before
And if time could heal the wounds
from you
I want to hear it again
I want to know if the soft scented touch of your lips
Must be taken away like a mother's first kiss to the life
with nine limos rented
Doin' lines of coke in 'em, with a bunch of guys hoppin' out
All high and indo-scented
And that's where I get my name from,
On a laurel-scented breeze
Sometimes when nightbirds are scolding the mist
I think I might know where heaven is
It's just above the trees
REPEAT CHORUS
Watchin' my
Always sweet scented, if it's business, she meant it
Distractions never hurt, always did the work
Always was alert, she never got jerked
Queen
The last time I saw her face
Her eyes were bathed in starlight
And her hair hung long
The last time she spoke to me
Her lips were like the scented
and do a couple days
Just a ways
Away from the people
And safe from the people
The pine-scented air
Smells so good in the snow
In our toboggan
a meadow of hope
Days of minstrels and bright steeds
Autumn nights and silk sheets
Your tender battle shadow on me
Scented lavender kiss-es, soft
and drifting
Mechanical music
Adrenaline surge
Well-oiled leather
Hot metal and oil
The scented country air
Sunlight on chrome
The blur
At the dog and pony show
Gonna sit and beg and fetch the names
And he'll follow your dress codes
What's in a name? Hey!
She's a scented magazine
Lookin'
A distant night bird mocks the sun.
I wake as I have always done,
To freshly scented sycamore
And cold bare feet on hardwood floor.
My steaming
and do a couple days
Just a ways
Away from the people
And safe from the people
The pine-scented air
Smells so good in the snow
In our toboggan
the bomb
A nigga wanted more, I would only sit on the lawn
A nigga up next like Charlize scented colognes
I'm about to book a show at the Dimmsdale
Your scented tress makes the violet flower envious
When you laugh, the rose bud of your lips opens
O my rose, sweet of perfume,
don't break
There's a time each year
That we always hold dear
Good old summertime
With the birds and the trees'es
And sweet scented breezes
Good old
bragging
So much money in my pocket
My pants might be saggy
My car might be tinted
My weed might be scented
My girl might be bow legged
Her friend might be
the scented flowers
Inside a rain-drenched forest
But that was so long ago that I can scarcely feel
The way I felt before
And if time could heal
From the battery to the gallery
It's the kind of thing you only see
In scented, glossy magazines
And I can't remember life before her name
hand on the steering wheel
Rocks from the road dodging oncoming traffic
Manhandle rappers, dismantle rappers
Yeah lukewarm slash sweet-scented candle
the kind of thing you only see
In scented, glossy magazines
And I can't remember life before her name
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