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I need pharmaceuticals just to get my cuticles done I've been running from the moon since I got burned by the sun Your face brand new but your smile is gone (Smile is gone, smile is gone) Oh, welcome to my circus Another priest without a purpose Holy Spirit, I can feel it in my cervix But they wanna shut me down like my pussy's fucking worthless Okay, bitch? I don't know what to say, bitch If you really care about another man sucking dick Then you might be gay, bitch Summer time, hot as hell Blunts goin' round like a carousel Blunts goin' round like a windmill Oh, it's gettin' sticky like caramel I'm without it Gimme that gun, I'ma hold it Push it, squeeze it, pull it Bad habits, I just can't control it Fuck power, fuck you, it's me I'm up to everything you wanna believe Reasons for the milk, no cookies Season's night out, you a fuckin' rookie Oh, my mind's gettin' violent It only multiplies in the silence Give you a fist full of violets Then watch 'em blossom underneath your eyelids If my skin was any darker they'd be spillin' my blood But I don't need to swallow my drugs Funny how religion's so selective with love It's so selective with love Summer time, hot as hell Blunts goin' round like a carousel Blunts goin' round like a windmill Oh, it's gettin' sticky like caramel Be yourself tonight Most people don't know how to do that You can just be your worst tonight Baby, that's who we are In fact, I'll punch the mirror, I've kissed it I've said goodbye and never missed it And you should (You should) (Grapes)
Writer(s): Felix Snow, David Singer Vine, Lincoln Jesser, Lisa Dawn Vitale, John Downey Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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