I was day-dreaming of a hundred Caught up in all of the drama and all of the fuss Caught by the LA hex hanging above us Like a drone, like a God Magicking she into something I don't know what I don't know what But I know that once I was fresh blood And now I know that I'm not
I still got my ways you know I still got my ways I still got my ways you know
1, 2, 3 or 4
The city got witchy all of a sudden All of the blocks dried up and lost Like you and me On rough seas Coast yachts Bumping alone in the docks And still all these girls want your pity Like non-stop It's hard to watch
You all smitten and twitching With butterflies in your cock Hitting your PIN til you drop I mean
Whatever armor you got I guess I mean Whatever armor you got Pretty much
But I still got my ways you know I still got my ways I still got my ways you know I still got my ways
I still got my ways you know I still got my ways I still got my ways you know I still got my waysTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
