Concepts in my head I imagine Demi Moore dancing on a stage full of a pack of wolves Yeah, these cannibals, and they eat up Well, I got leftover love Well, baby you could eat it up With an ass like Marilyn With that white dress, you back it up Now, we could drive away in a pickup truck Or are my pick-up lines not good enough I'm drunk as fuck, I'm gassed up You left me, now this whiskey's all I got Now I could feel the blood pouring through my blue veins Washing out the blood on my blue jeans New man, sunrise Well, confidence, in my brown eyes Yeah, thanks to you, I realize Thanks to you, I realize
Now I believe in Angels, I believe in Kings I believe the afterlife, the power that it brings I believe in heartbreak, I believe in love And I believe your kiss is a gift from above
Now you gone fucked up, lost me And I loved you, but you tossed me Cause that's my luck and my hobby's Getting caught up so I cut up these new hearts Feed 'em all to my new art Love's a joint and I'm Bogart Man, fuck love and these new stars Oh shit, oh shit, gotta get up and move on Now I look at you and these new girls Can't stand these subtle nuance Now, you're gone and I know that life's short, so I look back Old habits die hard and I'm not the first to admit that Love's a drug and I hit that and I get addicted, can't fix that But these six packs of Pabst Blue, whiskey, new tattoos And I love pain and I'm glad to get hurt again, just not by you So I thank you for this new tune, thank you Mwah, yea, thank you
Now I believe in Angels, I believe in Kings I believe the afterlife, the power that it brings I believe in heartbreak, I believe in love And I believe your kiss is a gift from aboveTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
