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I've got a hole in my heart. where your love used to be. I've got no air in my lungs. where I used to breath. I've got a hole in my heart. where your love used to be.
Strangers in my head keep making me forget. Where I came from, where I came from. There's madness in our eyes, we're too blind to realize. Just what we've done, just what we've done.
Got a bad bitch and she blowing sticky. This gelato and I'm blowing 50. If you pull it on me, then you better kill me. Kamikaze, taking niggas with me.
Victory, victory. Gold on my neck—Mr. T. Victory, victory. Zombie Gang reppin' that NYC. Victory, victory. Ice round my neck like I'm Lil Weezy. We run this shit like a pair of cleats.
I don't work hard when it's easy. I put in work when it's hard. Girl they never believed in love until I had yours. This is more than a season. And I'm not just sprung.
I like this right here. I like to hear you say hello. Hey girl, you're a stunner. . You get me so high, like a supernova. I'm like oh oh, she's headed for the door.
She said she don't like the news. It's all bad,. It's all sad,. It turns her brown eyes blue. She said she don't watch the tube. She dreams big, she sleeps in.
Here is where everything happened. Ce que je voudrais raconter reste en pays étranger. Here is where everything happened. Sur mon dos marqué d'une croix, pose ta main, souvient-toi.
Cheveux en arrière. Col boutonné haut. C'est moins pour l'allure. Que pour cacher l'éraflure. Si je l'ai (ou haut)?. Le corps rien à faire. Immobile fléau.
Celebration. Pineapples and kumquats. Simultaneously exploding. Cokes in the fruit of eternity. Lighting matchsticks and candles. Drawing pictures with god.
The Horrible Fanfare. . Ashes of ancients. The nations repainted. The chain gang chatelaine. Changing the station. The theme song playing. The anthem of normal.
It takes a backwashed man to sing a backwashed song,. Like a frying pan when the fire's gone.. Driving my pig while the band's taking pictures in the grass,.
Go where you want to. Do the things you feel. Walk around with a broken leg. And a hundred dollar bill. . Get yourself a pistol. Get yourself a dog. Stay up all night gettin' drunk.
Hot milk. Mmmm... tweak my nipple. Champagne and ripple. Shamans go cripple. My sales go triple. We drop lobotomy beats. Evaporated meats. On hi-tech street.
High five, high five.... Come on, 8, everybody.. Come on now, 7, 6, 5, huh.. Gimme five, oh yeah, I like that shit.. Gimme five, gimme five, no jive, gimme five..
[not sure of the lyrics 4 that one... anyway]. . Looking back at some dead world that looked so new. Abysses and fountains that they named for you. Dazzled wits and accidents which are steadin'.
Looking for my place on assembly lines. Fake prizes rising out of the bomb holes. Skeleton boys hyped up on purple. Smoke rings blow from across the disco.
Look up heaven's ladder, see the angels climb down. With their eyes all full of stars and their heads in the clouds. Oblivious to danger. With the failure to keep both feet on the ground.
I prayed Heaven today. Bring its hammer down on me. And pound you out of my head. I can't think with you in it. . I dragged all that I owned. Down the dirt road to find you.