Letra

All the bands All the bands All the bands All the bands exotic If you come as you are with your tongue hypnotic Breaking bread with the end of the time while we grind Watch the sun get eclipsed in the club with your bitch It's a feeling New wave to the bones on your hand with the nails so long Like a comb through my hair wavy, I can feel the baby With your touch like a shock switching on my crazy All the money foreign, all the bitches foreign All emotions foreign in a crystal river Lay me down with the fishes, I'm a hybrid giver I could be a rock star or a broken diamond Dip me back in the club with the sweat drop love Your arms like kites fly around my height 5'5", brown eyes, brown skin, brown hearts If I text you back, then you know you're my type Tattoos with the Y-3 shoes I can see you through those concrete hues In the club with nothing but my bone structure Look around, stay clear of the club vultures All the bands All the bands All the bands All the bands All the bands All the bands All the bands, old money With the sugar babies and the playboy bunnies I haven't been the same since the lockdown And my spirit rose above me when I got down And you were all up on me in my thoughts now Can I get another shot of the vodka? I'm up against the glass in the shower Holding on for life in the span of an hour Playing dumb so I can get the power Acting numb way up in my tower Aura blue icy like my flower Aura red, warm me by the fire Tarot cards, six wands, and an ace Grown-ass but I could be your baby cakes All the bands All the bands All the bands All the bands All the bands All the bands All the bands All the bands All the bands All the bands All the bands All the bands All the bands Who made the beat Charlie
Writer(s): Ernest Eugene Brown Iii Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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