Your face on the cover of a magazine. Cranked up rolling out of the limousine. Craving looks, throwing hooks, trying to fish 'em out. You want it now, you need it all right now.
Home. . ( About Last Night EP ). . Came home. Everything was a blur. All mixed up and messed up. Eyes all tired and broken. Came home. Everything was a blur.
I'll trust as far as I can spit, you can read deep into it. New York nightlife isn't shit without a storyboard. I don't think, much impresses me like a drunk celebrity.
Taste the forbidden from the tree. All the questions begging me. I'm plagued with curiosity. These are all worth answering. . It takes talent to have an original sin.
I'm a saint, I'm a bonafide servant. An angel on a bar stool. Anyone seen my wings?. I'm always losing the damn things. . I'm the glue, I'm a permanent fixture.
Are you hanging on for hope? The clock strikes past the hour. Is the pain enough to choke the life out?. You may never get to sleep, your time is not your time tonight.
To see the actor without tears. Dark rivers carve the years between the lines of self control. In my psychotic karmic fear,I own your tears anyway. And I am you and we are not afraid.
Hold on. Be strong. What you're goin' through can't last that long. Hold on. Be strong. All ya need to know you're not alone. Now when you're feelin' like.
Have u ever felt some days. You might just fade away. You had it in your hands. And you watched it slip through once again. Like a broken glass stone.
Couldn't she write the song of my life. I feel it today it all goes away. I know we can't pretend to go on. Taking her time not to realize. That something is wrong my feelings are gone.
It's a feeling inside, right in my hand. And lately I got bruised in my mind. I lost my head for people crazyness. But when I look into your eyes, it's like a.
Shiny working models. Tall gorgeous models. Hungry hungry models. On the runway. . Baby, I need jacket. I see through that skirt. Purple plastic earrings.
Shiny working models. Tall gorgeous models. Hungry, hungry models. On the runway. . Baby, I need jacket. I see through that skirt. Purple plastic earrings.
See your face from afar. Projecting you into a star. Skin so pale and eyes so black. Are you ever coming back?. . And do you feel. Feel alive. Do you feel.
every time my people get hectic,. most my people just wanna disconnect it,. but every day they're trying to get it,. they now really wanna reconnect it..
[Intro - Pharrel]. Malice saying we to hot. New verses please. c'mon!. . [Chorus - Pharrel]. Hot Damn, its a new day. Hot Damn, but them boys want the (money man).
[Chorus: Rosco P. Coldchain] + (Pharrell). Hey 'Rell this beat is.. (HOT!.. HOT!). You know I keep a chrome, under seats and in the home. Without speaking you'll give me your chain.
Pedaling around. My head's facing down. Watching specs in the road. whiz by before my eyes. . Take a two hour break to watch Nasfaratu. the old German vampire, with the blinds closed.
Pedaling around, my head's facing down. Watching specs in the road, whiz by before my eyes. . Take a two hour break to watch Nasfaratu. The old German vampire with the blinds closed.