Got 'em in a trans where apple bottom pants won't cut the bar for lustful dancing
Cheek on the Devil's, wetting my pants, about to leave God for a career, yo
Rotting my liver isn't getting anywhere and I need a new prescription of sin
A new addiction to boost the feelings I'm in, re-up time again, yo
Cloud of emotion with acid rain, drop another tab and I'm confused by time
Sell your soul to light the rhyming
Sitting underneath a bridge across from a junkie, mutual friendship bonding
Yeah, Yeah, Yo
I can't afford to go to jail and sure I guess I'm thinking short term
In the long term I did this pure, I'll drown in hell by the time I'm, killed
I'll just bury myself six feet deep and it's up to me now
I've just buried myself and it's up to me, yeah
Magazine, 18 rounds capture feelings too profound
For prolific hieroglyphics (ye), one add two times three three times is everywhere
Depicts to witness, I'm in the deep end but can't be
Positive without a beat on, these jobs have me bound to beat love
I'm underground, don't send help, pounding speakers around preachers
Stealing slurs from my reaper, yeah on the weekends
Skyl3r - Lustful Dancing Lyrics
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Got 'em in a trans where apple bottom pants won't cut the bar for lustful dancing
Cheek on the Devil's, wetting my pants, about to leave God for a career, yo
Rotting my liver isn't getting anywhere and I need a new prescription of sin
A new addiction to boost the feelings I'm in, re-up time again, yo
Cloud of emotion with acid rain, drop another tab and I'm confused by time
Sell your soul to light the rhyming
Sitting underneath a bridge across from a junkie, mutual friendship bonding
Yeah, Yeah, Yo
I can't afford to go to jail and sure I guess I'm thinking short term
In the long term I did this pure, I'll drown in hell by the time I'm, killed
I'll just bury myself six feet deep and it's up to me now
I've just buried myself and it's up to me, yeah
Magazine, 18 rounds capture feelings too profound
For prolific hieroglyphics (ye), one add two times three three times is everywhere
Depicts to witness, I'm in the deep end but can't be
Positive without a beat on, these jobs have me bound to beat love
I'm underground, don't send help, pounding speakers around preachers
Stealing slurs from my reaper, yeah on the weekends
Cheek on the Devil's, wetting my pants, about to leave God for a career, yo
Rotting my liver isn't getting anywhere and I need a new prescription of sin
A new addiction to boost the feelings I'm in, re-up time again, yo
Cloud of emotion with acid rain, drop another tab and I'm confused by time
Sell your soul to light the rhyming
Sitting underneath a bridge across from a junkie, mutual friendship bonding
Yeah, Yeah, Yo
I can't afford to go to jail and sure I guess I'm thinking short term
In the long term I did this pure, I'll drown in hell by the time I'm, killed
I'll just bury myself six feet deep and it's up to me now
I've just buried myself and it's up to me, yeah
Magazine, 18 rounds capture feelings too profound
For prolific hieroglyphics (ye), one add two times three three times is everywhere
Depicts to witness, I'm in the deep end but can't be
Positive without a beat on, these jobs have me bound to beat love
I'm underground, don't send help, pounding speakers around preachers
Stealing slurs from my reaper, yeah on the weekends
Writer: Charlie Marschall
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