Three-point-two from the driveway of my house. To your apartment where I am waiting now. Come on, don't think, night's young. Let's go. . NYC, Portland, Austin, Anaheim.
Well you disarm me. oh I know. Won't you let me drop my guard. And as hard as I may try. You're in my heart. . Whisper something warm and soft and sweet.
Depth over distance every time, my dear. And this tree of ours may grow tall in the woods. But it's the roots that will bind us here. To the ground. .
All I am is the bones you made for me. So garishly clean. White as the horses, that carry me away. And all my demons, you said, come and go with a days.
[Intro: French Montana]. Look. You know what it is. . [Verse 1: French Montana]. Four wheeler, jet skis, Puerto Rican waters. Cash for foreigns. Call me Aston Martin Lawrence.
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Baby's playing dead in cellar. Gave her water just got paler. Grass stains back burns. She's a screamer. She's just dusted, leave her. . If you see her, don't upset her.
(Im such a dreamer). I mix the motherfucking thangs up. [Belly - Verse 1]. Like never before,. I take the shit to forget you,. I remember you more,. Fuck, I never be sure,.
Hey bitchery,. You stole enough from me.. I gotta go.. I gotta go home now. In this misery.. You've had enough of me.. I gotta go.. I gotta go home now.
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Countin' dirty money, getting faded. Gold chains, gun's nickel plated. Whoo! Eyes dilated. Fuck around and you can die later. . Foreign cars, getting faded.
This poisoned honeymoon.. This person is gonna blow out soon.. Bad hair day,. Bad breath,. These nightmares are boring me to death.. They're boring me to death,.
Is there a tree. That grows the fruit I need?. Something sour to make me sweet.. Ok, I'll eat.. Ok, I'll eat.. Ok, I'll eat.. Nothing better than a frozen tree.
Look, black or white picture, stug in this hard liquor. That type of hide that use to guide with you. That type of view that only God could give you. This is architecture, hard on my sleeve made of the darkest texture.
Tell her something (Tell her something). Tell her nothing (Tell her nothing). Tell her that you're. Waiting. . And I know you like it. So you try to hide it.
Can't help seeking corners. Of dark and dead end rooms. Where the drinks keep pouring down. And the candles keep me warm. . Isolation tenders. Something fragile coming soon.
Dark red. Light years. Brought near. Cold gun. Glowing. Night scene. Started remain. Brought fear. . I want to lie in. A new dividing. The colour's missing.
Where did you come from?. You're no stranger. How I'll know you will return. So I won't be sad D.A.R.L.I.N.G.. . In this harbor of a room. You'll find your anchor soon.
No one could find you. I love you. All things I loved. But do not know. . And hope will rule. These days of candy. Live in your mind. Those violet lights.
I was dreaming when I jumped the lights. Busy scaling dizzy heights. Hummed a somewhat strangely familiar tune. . My eyes as wide as open books. And from my ears upon two hooks.