La paix dan ses yeux
J' laime
Mary J.
Very high, okay,
Do you mind,
Showing me your true face?
Purple in the fishtanks
I don't care what the bitch think!
Pretty little green in the blunt, huh,
Smoke that, you done f*cked up,
"Scat!", said the man to the dumb cunt,
Little lines, witty ones, I can't come up with,
Kids say no,
To your dumb f*ck dealer, better come see me,
Numba one, I Weave, in and out of patterns,
Trippin' in traffic, I might die in laughter
L.S.D. whatever you need,
I'm not a pusher, but I've got that
My mind is on the cooker,
And I don't want it back
Fall through the cushion,
And I keep on fallin',
Roll another blunt, another, I ain't high enough,
I got some ex in my pockets,
Forget i'll drop if I jump,
I think I'm fallin', i'm fallin', i'm fallin', in love
Maybe someone pushed me, but I don't give a f*ck,
Tried to turn back but no end to the dock,
Leap off the side into lighthouse fog,
I meet souls that the devil bought,
Write my name on the sidewalk with the coal rock,
Under hot watch
And I get it, for many its better to watch
Better to gawk
Rebels your not, need this cock to suck?
This is God's plot - that means land too
Hold my hand as we descend
Bakelendt - Push Lyrics
Bakelendt - Push Lyrics
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La paix dan ses yeux
J' laime
Mary J.
Very high, okay,
Do you mind,
Showing me your true face?
Purple in the fishtanks
I don't care what the bitch think!
Pretty little green in the blunt, huh,
Smoke that, you done f*cked up,
"Scat!", said the man to the dumb cunt,
Little lines, witty ones, I can't come up with,
Kids say no,
To your dumb f*ck dealer, better come see me,
Numba one, I Weave, in and out of patterns,
Trippin' in traffic, I might die in laughter
L.S.D. whatever you need,
I'm not a pusher, but I've got that
My mind is on the cooker,
And I don't want it back
Fall through the cushion,
And I keep on fallin',
Roll another blunt, another, I ain't high enough,
I got some ex in my pockets,
Forget i'll drop if I jump,
I think I'm fallin', i'm fallin', i'm fallin', in love
Maybe someone pushed me, but I don't give a f*ck,
Tried to turn back but no end to the dock,
Leap off the side into lighthouse fog,
I meet souls that the devil bought,
Write my name on the sidewalk with the coal rock,
Under hot watch
And I get it, for many its better to watch
Better to gawk
Rebels your not, need this cock to suck?
This is God's plot - that means land too
Hold my hand as we descend
J' laime
Mary J.
Very high, okay,
Do you mind,
Showing me your true face?
Purple in the fishtanks
I don't care what the bitch think!
Pretty little green in the blunt, huh,
Smoke that, you done f*cked up,
"Scat!", said the man to the dumb cunt,
Little lines, witty ones, I can't come up with,
Kids say no,
To your dumb f*ck dealer, better come see me,
Numba one, I Weave, in and out of patterns,
Trippin' in traffic, I might die in laughter
L.S.D. whatever you need,
I'm not a pusher, but I've got that
My mind is on the cooker,
And I don't want it back
Fall through the cushion,
And I keep on fallin',
Roll another blunt, another, I ain't high enough,
I got some ex in my pockets,
Forget i'll drop if I jump,
I think I'm fallin', i'm fallin', i'm fallin', in love
Maybe someone pushed me, but I don't give a f*ck,
Tried to turn back but no end to the dock,
Leap off the side into lighthouse fog,
I meet souls that the devil bought,
Write my name on the sidewalk with the coal rock,
Under hot watch
And I get it, for many its better to watch
Better to gawk
Rebels your not, need this cock to suck?
This is God's plot - that means land too
Hold my hand as we descend
Writer: Zachary Baekelandt
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid