Lyrics:
yeah
Let it breathe, let it breathe
I wanna drown in the depth of you, yeah yeah (yeah yeah)
When the water's so blue (so blue, so blue)
So blue (so
AYE! AYE! Gang, gang, gang
Crossed the plug, hot sauce
Had to cut him off, they knock off
Had to pull up, drop top
Closed casket, can't open the top
eyes fixed straight ahead
They ride the line of balance and hold on by just a thread
But it's too hot in these tunnels, you can get hit up by the heat
eyes fixed straight ahead
They ride the line of balance and hold on by just a thread
But it's too hot in these tunnels, you can get hit up by the heat
said the ones you cherish don’t burn the bridge
Need a li'l cream needa li'l sugar
Surviving elm street waking up to morning blues
Fading from a dream
I'll be wrapped around your finger
I'll be wrapped around your finger
Nafostaveles is not your name
But I know what you're up to just the same
I will
of gold
I'll be wrapped around your finger
I'll be wrapped around your finger
Mephistopheles is not your name
I know what you're up to just the same
I will
fixed straight ahead
They ride the line of balance and hold on by just a thread
But it's too hot in these tunnels you can get hit up by the heat
You
Hi I'm kind of glad you didn't pick up I
I kind of just called to hear your voice
So uhh just hang up what am I'm doing uhm
Blue hunnids they wrapped
Now I taught the weeping willow how to cry
And I showed the clouds how to cover up a clear blue sky
And the tears that I cried for that woman are
at your feet and the phony false alarm
And with the child of a hoodlum wrapped up in your arms
How could they ever, ever persuade you?
Sad-eyed lady
at your feet and the phony false alarm
And with the child of a hoodlum wrapped up in your arms
How could they ever, ever persuade you?
Sad-eyed lady
wrapped inside my hand
The memories of what we had go passing by
I hope we'll never say goodbye
Come here every day to watch the wave roll by
Can't help
half empty
Or how all your flings used to be oh-so tempting
There's certain situations can't be fixed by ranting
Own up to your addictions when there's
feelin' like the pope (pope)
Blues in my pocket, but I'm not a loc (nah)
And I got a model vibe with me, she in Vogue (Vogue)
Every day I wake up to my
choose me
Threw my heart up in a freezer, bought some COMME des GcRÇON
Splashing blood up on my sneakers, bitch but these ain't Louboutins
Saint Laurent
Couldn't breath all my sin was wrapped tight around my neck
Jesus cut the chains up off me gave my life I never knew
Now I'm free I'm redeemed You should
and my gal
Saint Louis Blues
I hate to see that evеning sun go down
I hate to see that evening sun go down
'Cause my lovin' baby done left this town
If I
almighty told me so||so he told us all about the night he got up off his knees|and started walking|he found her at a part of town |where preachers saints
Ho ho ho, ok, who's next in line step right up,
Hello there young man, (Hi) what do you want for Christmas?
I want a race car track, some new
All my dogs throwing blues throwin
Make it rain make it back throw it up
Let it fall blow it back ballin' up
No Saints No Saints all my dogs
All my
on two FN's, both blue n blacc dem bitches twins
i pray err day before i sin, so when i see the opps hollows will spin
cruisin by your wake wit a big ass
By all accounts, accounts it's true
Not that it matters much, much to the blue
To the blue, to the blue
Heather Burns went, went to the field
If you'd rather be by the seashore
Well, I sure can understand
Are you too wrapped up in your own scene
I would change things if I can
I'd rather
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