Lyrics:
Just picture a penthouse way up in the sky
With hinges on chimneys for stars to go by
A sweet slice of Heaven for just you and I
When we're alone.
Suffocated by mirrors, stained by dreams
Her honey belly pulls the seams
Curves are stiff upon the hinge
Pale zeros tinge the tiger skin
Moist
said you're off the hinge
Tellin' lies of such fame and glory
I don't even want to hear your story
Back off, back off bitch
Down in the gutter
hocus pocus
Bead and feather 'em
How can they see with sequins in their eyes?
What if your hinges all are rusting?
What if, in fact, you're just
Ain't got time to oil the hinges
Nor to mend the window pane
Ain't a gonna need this house no longer
He's a-gettin' ready to meet the saints
This
Just picture a penthouse way up in the sky
With hinges on chimneys for stars to go by
A sweet slice of Heaven for just you and I
When we're alone.
there's a Ford engine door hinge
Syringe, an orange, an extension cord and a Ninja sword
Not to mention, four linchpins, an astringent stored
Ironing
got his own Laden
With his own private plane, his own pilot
Set to blow college dorm room doors off the hinges
Oranges, peach, pears, plums, syringes
should use a hashtag
Flow off the hinges tryna fuck all her friendses
Just killed her pussy
You gon' have to use forensics
Organized crime, you can put
fuck the handle, I fly off the hinge
Let that boy off the bench, coach, and throw it to him
There he goes in his trench coat, no clothes again
Baby,
inventory, in this gourd there's a Ford engine door hinge
Syringe, an orange, an extension cord and a Ninja sword
Not to mention, four linchpins,
Times are off the hinges, leave your two-way at the door
We're all up the creek a long way from shore
I'm not walking around looking to get you cake
the bed
Screen door hangin' off its hinges
Kept bangin' me awake all night
As I look out the window
The only thing in sight
Is dry lightning
Just picture a penthouse way up in the sky
With hinges on chimneys for stars to go by
A sweet slice of Heaven for just you and I
When we're alone.
a mischievous ghost
They dug him up quick with a polish and lick
They powdered him up till he only looked sick
The hinge in his backbone would bend
through this world of mine
I've oded a lot of hinges on a lot of swingin' gates
And I've cored many seeds from some mighty juicy grapes
But I've turned
Times are off the hinges, leave your two-way at the door
We're all up the creek a long way from shore
I'm not walking around looking to get you cake
the hinge off her door
Without that check every month how she gon' pay for the crib?
Man, social service finna come and take them kids
I gotta make it
the fucking house
Grab your backstreet friend and get loud
Blowin' doors off hinges
I'll grab you with the pinchers
And no, I didn't retire
I'll snatch you
Picture a penthouse way up in the sky
With hinges on chimneys for stars to go by
A sweet slice of heaven for just you and I
When we're alone
When hinges creak in doorless chambers
And strange and frightening sounds
Echo through the halls
Whenever candlelights flicker
Where the air is
miraculous raw [BACKWARDS]
Scooped off the concrete to make a hit
Tearin' [BACKWARDS] out the hinges, competition cringes
In the trenches, killin' for mere
Just picture a penthouse way up in the sky
With hinges on chimneys for stars to go by
A sweet slice of Heaven for just you and I
When we're alone.
to our shrinks
Huh, they talk to their shrinks
No wonder we're up the wall
We're not stupid or dumb
We're the lunatic fringe who rusted the hinge
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