Lyrics:
Oh tonight I'm feeling fine
I'm alone just wasting time
No friday movie nights, or romantic candlelight
I'm just having conversations
With
Its a cold december night
The snow is so romantic
Under this blanket there is room for two.
We sit together watching home alone
For the hundreth
Turn the voice up a tad bit Chad
Let's make it perfect
Fate
Blinded by the dollars that we chase
Niggas cool with being good, I rather great
When
all that
Will I make it to Ireland
Or that London foggy sky
Will romantics come to me in comfort saving me from lonely nights
I think I like that lie
a little kiss to the cheek
Till he went to the neck and by that time, they're on the next step to
A little every Saturday evening, by any judgment that's
breeding
Call us like cattle
We come stampeding
To the new romantics
Everybody wants a love titanic
and Tiger Beat keeps us on cue
It's true
never go home
I’ll be flat-out broke down
Fall from the sky 'Cause I
I’ll be waiting by the lights for you
Last night
When you promised that you’d be home
higher)
Higher (let's go higher)
Higher (bitch I'm high up)
Higher (bitch I'm high up)
Times I'm falling, learning from the lumps and losses
Blinded by
in a minute gotta head to the bar
Put cologne grab a pack burn a cigar
Packed to the lungs man I fill with tar
She by that chair by the pool
Shaking
nasty
She callin’ me daddy, spooky
Goin’ boo her badly
She like my streaks, I’m an empty shell
She too romantic
Should have been madly, madly
Madly in
landing)
Pussy niggas had left me stranded
Shorty wasn't there when I bounced back
So I ain't got time to be romantic
We can fuck later so don't panic
Bad
always tortured by your moans
Do you feel the same
Was the love I gave you an even exchange
Who knew the pleasure would come with the pain
You say you love
Yeah
Yeah I got goals to achieve
A family by my side
Trynna make them proud
Yeah, I will keep it so brief
Homie by my side
Be lit for a crowd
We push
the dead,
The one loved by Death,
The one who loves us dead.
The one who doesn’t silence,
Master with hymns of rejuvenation,
Melodist for Necro-Romantics
by singing brother, singing
There are women of all races, men in white, white linen
And the only way to get there is to sing sister, sing sister
on and kill this sense of life,
And be the one who is denied.
Now show me one more upturned knife,
And fill the emptiness inside!
Be mine, sister
It was a hot Sunday mornin'
Middle of July
The choir was a singin'
'Bout the sweet by and by
Everybody was a swayin'
And sweatin' in the heat
my brothers, be conscious my sisters
And by your works you shall surely be paid
Never try fi dis the man with the handle, the one who's got
And bow before the throne
Brothers and sisters true
Proudly we welcome you
Brothers, sisters, rise together
And praise our emperor!
History plagued by
the line that he crossed
It's been over a year instead of a week
Here in our house, our house by the creek
Me and my family live in the Netherlands
In
Grew up on a tight rope
Learned to smile even when I was falling down
Daddy had a hard hand, and Mama always had hope
And me and my sister couldn't
dying just to read it and relate it
Too hard just to go by a blind faith
But they left out the sisters
I've been praying to a father god so long I really
Have you been around
Have you done your share o' comin' down
On different things that people do
Have you been aware
You got brothers and sisters
be gone by daylight {Doubt that} (What?)
And you'll be so full of sorrow {Yeah right}
You'll go tell all your friends {That's right} (Say what?)
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