Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Eighth Day. , by - Triple One. Release date: 20.06.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Eighth Day. |
| You can call me what you want girl |
| I’m your rock, I’m your rock |
| You can take from what I got though |
| I need to, I need to |
| I can see it’s been a while ay baby |
| I conceded in your eyes la-lady |
| Sort of feeling multiply my age yeah |
| I conceded for the only bit of meaning I know |
| Burnt cigarette lent cold on my basin |
| Flirt with my patience, choke on my paycheck |
| Choke on my bitch, lie faithless |
| All gone, amen |
| Youth is fleeting us, sex is comatose |
| Fame is dirty money, death is overdose |
| Take you in and they chew the gun |
| Virgin spirit elevator love |
| Metal on teeth put the curse on me |
| Sickest since slipping my digits Into her |
| Sippin' on a dream but a purse on me |
| Sickness gets older apprentice console her |
| Holding it back but that skin feel velour |
| Cry when she fuck tell me nothing is beautiful |
| Sentence offend, pelon pussy the cure |
| I lay with petals on bed at her funeral |
| Zapped in the brain, why I keep it so icy |
| On the formulator, when I spray it on her siamese |
| Write till dawn, like I’m Hunter S. Thompson |
| Violent as I grip, while I’m grabbing on my Johnson |
| Back once again, kill the renegade master |
| Strike through a ten like my nut a sandblaster |
| White noise bring me peace |
| And you could bet your mother’s damn life |
| You got nothing on me |
| Surrounded closely by the psychiatric visions |
| Of novels written in fiction, in the wind pissing |
| Accountable to all the devils selling dreams |
| Keep em switchen up on the mission |
| Watch as we glisten |
| Given a fuck I feel like Aretha |
| Here here to my old Mona Lisa |
| Buy love if I could put it on a Visa |
| My pressure, my sequence |
| The void in my ether |
| You can call me what you want girl |
| I’m your rock I’m your rock |
| You can take from what I got though |
| I need to, I need to |
| I can see it’s been a while ay baby |
| I conceded in your eyes la-lady |
| Sort of feeling multiply my age yeah |
| I conceded for the only bit of meaning I know |