be And ye aint fly nigga The airports is cheap? Everybody was sleeping Now I'm living my dream She said she love nda whip Then I dig in her cream I see you blood
the giant swan's got ghosts in his wings. his guts are stuffed with polaroids, and they're all humiliating. and when the wine's drunk and the wild cabaret
goes It's like a dice roll, I love the drama, my mind is set to kill you Spill your blood everywhere, like the broken glass of wine And under the path
to make it, like it's sacred Fuck around and I'm goina take it (chorus 2x) (nine) My hand raps around dollar bills sends chills down my spine Like cheap wine
churners, rock and roll learners Your heart's are melting in pools of gin But I know for sure that if we met up eye to eye A little wine would bring
hearts in wintertime That's why they're singing... Waiting for a sign to turn blood into wine The sweet taste in your mouth...
through the summertime To thaw your hearts in wintertime That's why they're singing, singing Waiting for a sign To turn blood into wine The sweet taste
on that concrete coarse/ it must be that Mary Musth Musth blood/ it must be that Mary Musth Musth blood/it must be that Marry Musth Musth, blood
Cookie's cheap lipstick Hair grease, sperm, and jezebel juice To hell with the good news that he was a father for the first time His thirst for wine
the summertime To thaw your hearts in wintertime That's why they're singing, singing Waiting for a sig To turn blood into wine The sweet taste in
big johnson shirt and some silicone tits when i pulled out the tissues they were covered with shit and the beer i had for breakfast was a box of cheap white wine
on "Most have raw nick. Not disgusting, seared, burnt flesh. It is the blood, I must have the blood! You're catching brains, the blood, from the meat
Blood and Chocolate I hope you're satisfied what you have done You think it's over now But we've only just begun I asked for water And they gave me rose
cheap lipstick, Hair grease, sperm, and jezebel juice To hell with the good news that... He was a father for the first time His thirst for wine and
out, but its too late, it?s been to late for years. But you look good, you really do, they love you on the street. If I could move I?d kneel for you,
sun / For the wife you wed / A templars' Baphomet / Crown that fits no head / Pork jelly fed / No suckling to sodomy and sin / Cheap wine pissed in
desire all the blood has turned to wine But the love no longer remained than just a stir to survive In this labyrinth of perfidity for my mistress to
