Lyrics:
what I'm chasing
Tonight is how you paint it
Don't mind I can't erase it
I said I'll be dancing
On another planet
I'll dress like I'm Tom Ford
I'm too
The sound of the waves on the embankment
A phone in my left pocket
I'm leaving, you're staying
A forgotten city by me
You're so beautiful, my dream hasn't
The Lion King and I cry when Mufasa dies
Prudential Tower, City Hall and a lighthouse by the bay
Who hasn't ever seen a hunk on the bus and thought "Mmm, I
splash that ruby into that glass
Until it shines like bloodstains in the sheets
You know I really miss you
I really do
So meet me down by the City Hall
the cattle call
You self-park too?
How did we end up on the edge of the infinity pool
I won't jump in without you
Let's leave this party right now
We
or die from bein' too lax
Or die from waitin' on it, die 'cause I'm movin' too fast
I'll prolly die tryna buy weed at the apartments
I'll prolly die
or die from bein' too lax
Or die from waitin' on it, die 'cause I'm movin' too fast
I'll prolly die tryna buy weed at the apartments
I'll prolly die
I went into a fight with a friend by my side
We were moving like a unit under blinding light
When the s moke had cleared it didn't feel too good
I
in time and it passed by
We're all on a journey
Down the hall of memories
Don't worry bout what you ain't got
Leave with a little bit of dignity
Never
changing too
Rivers of whiskey and bloody Mary mornings
Were causing my plans to fall through
But when I was down, I met me an angel
Flying too close
I hear your footsteps
I hear your footsteps down the hall
Staring at this mirror and
I'm questioning myself
Am I worth it? Am I worthless?
I can no
me once I get goin'
Put a can in my hand, man, I'm wide ass open
The tick-tock of that clock is like a time bomb
By half-past-ten, I'm half past
heaven. And you know who greeted
me at the gate? The ole cowboy-philosopher himself, Will Rogers. He said
to me, he said "Tex, the Big Boss
dick get creamy, pussy dreamy
Ayo, one, two, check, one, it's fun too
I get it done too, forty inch my frontal
I get it three, four, yep, yep, I'm
dap, I don't need no rugrats
So she gon' have to chug that
I'm like Tom Brady, still ballin' where the Bucks at
Young Money, young man, YM
the tectonic plate shift I
Create is so great
That by the time you reach me the earthquakes
The booth was my birthplace
I'm used to the static
They say I got
you're working late
We ordered some cokes, slow danced to Hall and Oates, Dream Weaver by Gary Wright
It was getting past ten we danced to Parliament, Gave
the mother fuckin' ho
(Pimp that ho mack)
Yeah, bitch and big dicks don't scare ya
'Cause you been a ho too long
Know what I'm sayin'? Yeah
Pimpinest,
up in your spot and no one gave the orders
Even Tom was tapped with a mic and a tape recorder
(He was in on it too!)
Yeah
(I should've known)
Yeah
Pale skin reflection off the moon
I know she was gone too soon
I'm living in a haunted house
You're always there for me even when I'm feeling by myself
I dig Modigliani (1)
Jolson doin' "Swanee (2) "
Several maharanee (3) are my intimates, too
I played with Montovani (4)
That's a lot of string to get
they could
Too smooth
Baby I'm too smooth smooth
Nothing they could do
Nothing they could do do
By this time she all mine
You still chasing cause she
rode a wild one
Did someone get the best of you?
You see I ain't no Romeo cowboy
By these love love songs they're for you
You must have rode a wild One
to hillbilly heaven. And you know who greeted me at the gate? The ole
cowboy-philosopher himself, Will Rogers. He said to me, he said "Tex, the Big Boss
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