Needle in my hand Got a forearm rubber band Got a golden liquid in a tube I'm gonna do a vessel jam Got lots of money Got lots and lots and lots of time I think, I think I might be I think, I think I am I think, I think I might be I think, I think I am
(chorus) It's like liquid sunshine, fire and rain Marmalade skies, far away eyes Glazed in a haze of cocaine Angel's on the corner, he's got ten vials in his hands He sells each one for ten dollars, like some medicine man Seems to know a lot for a kid just sixteen years old He's a four year veteran of the penal code He's got trademark shoes, three tattoos A brass chord necklace and a smoke-stack too He's got...
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There's a black wind spinning the cities weathervanes And the eye of the storm is a crystal of cocaine Can't you hear the wind? Can't you see the driving rain Take a break from the storm in the eye of the hurricane...
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Eyes in the mirror, not too sure if they're my own Black-white eyes in the mirror on a face of cold stone Black-white eyes, riddles and lies They tell me, tell me, tell me you've got nothing to hide but...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
