golden lady from jazzpunk by sunnymingo

i’m told that men prefer blonde
that can’t be true cause they're rushing in to see you do your dance
lavish hair is like a jet black
make me wanna pounce
ever since you did that
how you did that
i’m longing for my one
let me have my fun

let me have my fun

have fun let me let me have my

have my fun

let me have my fun

let me have my fun

let me have my fun

breakfast at tiffany’s I want you to get rid of him
what you have is great and all, i want you to get with me, bitch please
asking for a piece of life and I’ll give you a slice of me, polite

polite

po-lite
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feel like travola

vivre sa vi

be my muse

golden lady

feel like travola i smoke him out in a town car
vivre sa vi i feel like jean luc gordard
be my muse and i will put you in some chrome hearts
golden lady I beg for saving

if somebody else an issue, I’m a dog that attack
take him to the sandlot its a dink on the bat
bitch, I’m on the mission so tell him it’s a wrap
i’m cruising with your bitch we on some tom and jerry acts
tui typa rat and ima pound that dumb ah cat
we on that blood simple tried to go behind your back
i just wanna say, love

I get used to you so much
too steep to try climbing out of love
either that or its the highest of peaks
hiding my peace underneath
on that type niche
my bring home brioche
a deep down keep that layed my heart
play the part landlord to handover keys
from an isolated boat that went overseas

hit the mall with gwyneth paltrow
see the blood in the snow and rang fargo
saw a beast that pleaded 3.50
i lost my hoe in lego city

say, love

feels like we met on a train
you got me playing alfred games in twisted ways
you’re so delicate you cut but just a slice
got me poisoned from a gaze precisely ice
im so tense
got me begging wagging tail behind a fence
my best I wanna make you impressed
say you want to do it all for me say less

brush the sand until i uncover an artifact
a striking storm attack
protecting the tempted hand
it take a jolt to leave your heart intact
the king was a protector till he met a dog with cataracts
his fighting heart had fallen flat

say, love

feel like travola

vivre sa vi

be my muse

golden lady

feel like travola i smoke him out in a town car
vivre sa vi i feel like jean luc gordard
be my muse and ill put you in some chrome hearts
golden lady I beg for saving

• Hip-Hop/Rap
• Rock
• Soul
• abstract hip-hop
• ambient
• noise