Lyrics:
of heartache
In this world, in order to find pleasures you have to feel pain
You can be anything. You can be anything
You can be anything. You can be anything
Seventy pairs running ashore
They’re still trying to point at me
Grab for your cash, get in your lash
Then go looking for ecstasy
Pleasure is a sin
One breath from home
Lying awake in bed
Three hours after midnight
Five more 'til the daylight
Wishing I was dead
Weighed down by my shroud
Dream
are open wide
The pleasure's amplified
By beauty that my eyes behold
Appreciation uncontrolled
I'm sure that we weren't meant to be
Unhappy for
boredom
Pleasures are so manifold
I could give you some
If you wanna be hold
By someone dauntless
-Final-
Thrill me
Bind me
Consume me
Enviously
to make it worth it
A pig skin I never nerved you
You felt lever never pleather, real bringing the pleasure
By any means and means of leaving you teens
naturally
We would walk down the aisle of destiny
Would your man get his hustle on, got your type scared
Break your off a little chump change to do your
know
You're giving death a kiss, oh, little fool now
Your mind is full of pleasure
Your body's looking ill
To you it's shallow leisure
So drop
know
You're giving death a kiss, oh, little fool now
Your mind is full of pleasure
Your body's looking ill
To you it's shallow leisure
So drop
a poisonous vine fed by storybook filth, tangling it's
Hypocritical mass around the throat of human instinct like a self-perpetuating noose
The one dangling
with fears
And you gotta like pleasure and pain with your naval peers
But I appreciate you lady 'cause you're makin' me wait
Even though that little
old became an asshole
Testosterone tearing through m, my anxiety
Little fat kid looked at weird by everybody
I just wanna glow up and get my dick
pain
And pleasure, in every single measure
You miss being kissed by this lyrical treasure
Enjoy it at your leisure, cause it's gonna please ya
Master
naturally
We would walk down the aisle of destiny
Would your man get his hustle on, got your type scared
Break your off a little chump change to do your
about month go by see I'ma be like buying her shit.
I bought her lunch the first time,
But see there trick that's nuthin' but game,
I hit it one time
We would walk down the aisle of destiny
Would your man get his hustle on, got your type scared
Break your off a little chump change to do your hair
pleasure in the Benz-ito
Hittin' fanny, spendin' chips at Manny's
Hope you creeps got receipts, my peeps get dirty like cleats
Run up in your crib, wrap you
by see I'ma be like buying her
shit.
I bought her lunch the first time,
but see there trick that's nuthin' but game,
I hit it one time
groovin' it has just begun
Four brothers who are blowin' our horns
We got a little message that you're gonna enjoy
Ain't no sense in dodgin' the facts
It's as dark as a dungeon way down in the mine
I never will forget one time when I was on a little visit down home in Ebenezer, Kentucky.
I was
I'm taken away by you
Without a word, you ring out like an amplifier
I heard, now you know that I'm all about ya
cll the pleasure, pressure,
of that town by the sea
Quaint little Anstey's cove
A tranquil treasure trove
With picnics and hot tea
A little house there by the sea
John's postcards
down
My pain is your pleasure but pleasure is all mine
You lend me your false ear and I lend you my false lines
Like fire in free town I'm fueled by
in the blade of the scythe
A sparkling golden sickle
Mows down souls whistling in the air
Reddens little by little
The seas of life and mankind's
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