Lyrics:
When I drove into that parking lot
For the first time peepers round was on the dot
By the stink of that cop, ain't got a lot
Well we were lookin' for
gonna love you, mama?
Who loves you?
Who loves you, pretty baby?
And when you think the whole wide world has passed you by
You keep on tryin', but you
Mama said, "You're a pretty girl
What's in your head, it doesn't matter
Brush your hair, fix your teeth
What you wear is all that matters"
Just
of light
He used to be a stranger, coming from afar
He used to be in danger
I never chose to be your hero, the saviour of your world
Never chose to be
what's a girl to do when
She gets blown off by her boyfriend
Wait around and cry?
You may as well sit alone and die
I'm a doctor, I don't take shit
Moons, just two pale orbs as|they trace their way across the steely sky. I used to think I had a pretty good life here,|just plugging into my machine for
By one thing, by something so stupid
But then you make me feel crazy
You make me feel like it's my fault
I was in pain
Mama said, "You're a pretty girl
you by the hand
Never been
Never been
Never been
Never been
Never been
Never been
Never been a machine
Never been
Never been
Never been
Never been
gone, you can still hear the echo (blaow)
We get dough, from the get-go (yo)
Two fat teeth in the smoke like Ghetto (Bando)
Pretty machine, haffi
this electric predicament
Are we wasting time
'Cause your boyfriend's in the dark
While your number's in my phone surrounded by emoji hearts
Hey, what
the world revolves around money
That's right, money
Don't be deceived by trashy lies
The grand illusion of flashing lights
Open your third eye, expand your
Yeah it's pretty cool
Alright but that was hot
But when you go from that to lyin'
'bout been sponsored by a condom packet
It's safe to say your career's
Catch a vibe
Fuck the opp
I feel like pac
We can’t be stopped ( oh no )
Pull up sliding
On the grind like machines
Change the climate
Came
and pay stubs
Your local pub has a happy hour special
Where your daddy power issues can
Be studied by professionals
It's difficult to listen
When poor
your boyfriend "Tom" ( N'yot N'yow! )
Ah! come why'out, come why'out, come why'out my pretty kitten
This is old Tom, "Tom" the atom-bomb! ( N'yot
I just wanna thank God
For all the pretty women he let into my life
All the Benjamins you let me count
Wealth and health
For my family
And lettin' me
My life has been such a labour
Scurring 'till dusk in a lab, using machines
I've strived to keep healing people, woho
Litres of piss filling flasks,
He hit the ground running
At the speed of light
The star was brightly shining
Like a neon light
It's your favorite son
It's your favorite son
your boyfriend cum fast?
Turn around gimme pound like we folks
Hell no I went raw dog three strokes
They whisperin' about us
I know you haters doubt us
huh?
My nigga might kick flip ya top pick uh
And I just flew a girl in from Cyprus, what
I guess it's all up to who has your heart
Cuz when it was vacant
Upon entering Planet KNcL
You must discard all human music
You will enter cleansed of impure sonic vibrations
Machine Music has been classified
gets to see it
It's as good as dead
Work, work, work
It has to come to light
I put the names of my contributors on the side of each machine
to get you, you feel you're on your own
But listen pretty lady, you don't have to be alone
So baby don't cut, baby don't cut You can do anything, it's
the old days
When it wasn't so easy to get your rocks off
When it was hard to make contact with
A member of the opposite camp And
You had to resort
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