Lyrics:
suis bien plus heureux qu’un roi
Un million de fois
Entre deux séances
On en parle et l’on recommence
Dix fois, cent fois, un million de fois
Tendresse
talk and the Feds don't have séances
Look you put a knot on the end of a condom full of drugs and put it in her pussy
And get through customs cause last
bien plus heureux qu’un roi
Un million de fois
Entre deux séances
On en parle et on recommence
Dix fois, cent fois un million de fois
Tendresse ou
Instill the body
So warm with every breath
Dance to a vision so seductive
Rain down upon me
Cleanses me with every drip
A seance you promised for
better.
So cry baby cry.
At twelve o'clock a meeting round the table
For a seance in the dark
With voices out of nowhere
Put on specially by
Chaos, chaos, chaos, chaos, chaos
Start the seance
Them [?] 'til I finally say alright
Never will I close my eyes I like to see my speaker [?]
We're in mourning
But we're gon' party until the morning comes
A celebration
Maybe a seance
For all our innocence lost
Nothing lasts forever, oh
ain't mine
Table rocking like a seance
Booty's going up, down
But you know i stay high, high
Word on the street I'mma kill this
I'm the illest girl, come
Go
To un-explain the unforgivable
Drain all the blood and give the kids a show
By streetlight this dark night
A séance down below
There're
Go
To un-explain the unforgivable
Drain all the blood and give the kids a show
By streetlight this dark night
A séance down below
There're
rhymes and lyrics, find spirits like a séance
Since fat crayons, my writin' display chaos
My plan is damage, the diagram to where the jam is
I take
God-sized hole, no replacing the void
We create out of chaos, the music is a seance
The land that our ancestors' grave's on
My favorite artists are my two
Hazy four o'clock shadows
Commence the seance
Nine lives on the spirits
'Til the desert suns prevail
In every scream eternal
Locks out boredom
orale
Okay, I'm on to something
Momma should've told you it'd be days like this
It's just a tale from the crip
I'm on my séance shit, I'm tryna' make
Won't do no good to hold no seance
What's gone is gone, and you can't bring it back around
Won't do no good to hold no searchlight
You can't
ride that dick so motherfuckin' good
Have him come to the spirits like a seance
He like when I ride that, ride that, ride that, uh (ride that, uh)
better.
So cry baby cry.
At twelve o'clock a meeting round the table
For a seance in the dark
With voices out of nowhere
Put on specially by
spirit's on
These ghost-written tunes
So you can't crown the heir
Until you seance the room (YEUGH)
The CL wood grain like trail mix (Yes)
Evidence
like a séance (R.I.P.)
On the phone with my plug, speak Spanish
Make a brick disappear quick, go vanish
Got all types of clips like Inspector Gadget
I perform in a seance
I broke the spell, the thoughts that they prey on
The fuckers can't control a soul full of chaos
American gods, the devil is
rhymes and lyrics, find spirits like a séance
Since fat crayons, my writin' display chaos
My plan is damage, the diagram to where the jam is
I take
The seance has just been told,
The slaughter has just been sold,
To some people who won't get old,
Cause their skin is getting cold.
The room
things seemed complicated now small like elves
So turn off the lights, light a candle, and have a seance
Pull the lid off the Dean Martin scandal
Witches,
for little Jimmy
Timmy get some Henney
Santa puff a jimmy in a minny, Fuck Kenny
Georgy, aah, instructions for a séance
And Sam ain't gettin' shit
But
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