Triple One

Eighth Day.
You can call me what you want girl I'm your rock, I'm your rock You can take from what I got though I need to, I need to I can see it's been a while ay baby I conceded in your eyes la-lady Sort of feeling multiply my age yeah I conceded for the only bit of meaning I know Burnt cigarette lent cold on my basin Flirt with my patience, choke on my paycheck Choke on my bitch, lie faithless All gone, amen Youth is fleeting us, sex is comatose Fame is dirty money, death is overdose Take you in and they chew the gun Virgin spirit elevator love Metal on teeth put the curse on me Sickest since slipping my digits Into her Sippin' on a dream but a purse on me Sickness gets older apprentice console her Holding it back but that skin feel velour Cry when she fuck tell me nothing is beautiful Sentence offend, pelon pussy the cure I lay with petals on bed at her funeral Letras de canciones Zapped in the brain, why I keep it so icy On the formulator, when I spray it on her siamese Write till dawn, like I'm Hunter S. Thompson Violent as I grip, while I'm grabbing on my Johnson Back once again, kill the renegade master Strike through a ten like my nut a sandblaster White noise bring me peace And you could bet your mother's damn life You got nothing on me Surrounded closely by the psychiatric visions Of novels written in fiction, in the wind pissing Accountable to all the devils selling dreams Keep em switchen up on the mission Watch as we glisten Given a fuck I feel like Aretha Here here to my old Mona Lisa Buy love if I could put it on a Visa My pressure, my sequence The void in my ether You can call me what you want girl I'm your rock I'm your rock You can take from what I got though I need to, I need to I can see it's been a while ay baby I conceded in your eyes la-lady Sort of feeling multiply my age yeah I conceded for the only bit of meaning I know From Letras Mania