Lyrics:
to hide from Crowded House, I can't
Everywhere I go
Everybody knows
Does it really show
You took the weather
It should be summer
But you, you took
my energy down to the last drop
Waking up from one nightmare to another
Lonely in a crowded house screaming inside
Why don't you fuck off
I'm
I met you at a party or on a crowded street
A silent singularity when glances chanced to meet
You looked into my glasses, said you'd seen a ghost
When the Dark Winds Blow
Selfish is as lonely does
they want our flesh by the pound
We tend not to take advice,
but lord, we pass it around
I took
drugs by the neighbor's house
The Feds staking out
Realize what you praying 'bout
Predators study what they prey about
Strategize then you take 'em out
Louie
'Cause I'm her lover
Let me kiss your lips, I'm intrigued by the taste
The way you dance, the way you move your waist
We meet face to face in
on the streets at night
As she walks right by
Oh they sing so softly they sing
Oh, love's right behind you, oh
I want to love you more
Than all of the things you
Ghidra has arrived, you guys could take five
By the time it's over, no snakes alive
Take the dive, I'm tellin' you, you better off
Then up against
should be mine
We married in her father's house
Beneath the autumn sky
Blissfully I watched her
Darting round and out of sight
I knew I couldn't hold
and it's hot
A day at the swap meet coppin' a fit
And the whip, get a shower and it's straight to the Strip
Yeah I cruise by passin' slow as molasses
All I
put an end to all of your grievances
Solve world peace, lil nigga
Boy, this shit really slap, on every volume like it was raised by Smack
In
has pale thin skin, black hair
A brown, knee-length dress cover
Her tired and meek body
The worm fingers are black from the oven
And the palms await
worms, that built her house, in Brighton Beach, with Russian creeps, that Ben found on the floor
Ben could say, anything, to make her happen
And Ben could
and helifikle know it ain't simple
Hit you with cocaine and hot nickels
Sell the shit, make the profit
Reload your thoughts, then recop it
Come to your house like
fresh straight from a farm
Heavy metal strapped to my palm
Beenie Man in the zim zimmer
Stretch out my hand molesting this trigger
KK got whacked by Jsav
Smog is drifting aimlessly over these crowded streets
Gloomy houses do their best to keep people in
Dark days approaching, the brick lanes get lethal
So I wrote this song once, out of love
About a scrub in a crowded club or lounge
Surrounded by these hounds and thugs
And he goes home and he
crowded,
Got you outside, looked in your eyes and knew you wasn't bout it,
So uh...
[Chorus (All):]
Don't talk about it, if you bout it, be bout it,
I was walking home to my house through the snow from the station
When Springsteen came clear in my headphones with a pertinent question
Oh, is love
I was walking home to my house through the snow from the station
When Springsteen came clear in my headphones with a pertinent question
Oh, is love
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