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• Artiste: Rex Laurent
• Titre: Needles, CA
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Oh, what a beautiful little grave An echoing empty place I fear it holds all of your aspirations What do you want from me? And now you've brought me to these Rooms of beauty and excess So boy, it's time to cut you down Before you cast me out 'Cause I know When it opens up it's never far enough I know you wanna live inside I got you, baby, I'm the type You say "Let's go to Vegas" I say "To do what, what?" Passing through a Needles, California Can't really get off when there's blood to clean So I said "Put your stupid hands up I'm not fuckin' around this time" Some endings are better left as a tease (Hello?) Marry me, throat goat, you're so cold The way you flip in half the time of any dealer I know I just wanna get through, what's the code? It keeps me up at night to think of all the guys that you've told Thank you very much, it's been a pleasure to serve I'm not above a family jewel, but we get what we deserve And baby, if you ever really loved me, you shouldn't say Your touch is like a needle, and you can't find the v-v-vein Yeah, I've got a chronic sense of seller's remorse I should have jacked up the rate, I think you would have done more Yeah, I think I'm gonna head home soon I'm like, super tired Do you wanna meet me there? Okay When it opens up it's never far enough I know you wanna live inside I got you, baby, I'm the type You say "Let's go to Vegas" I say "To do what, what?" Passing through a Needles, California Can't really get off when there's blood to clean So I said "Put your stupid hands up I'm not fuckin' around this time" Some endings are better left as a tease Marry me, throat goat, you're so cold The way you flip in half the time of any dealer I know I just wanna get through, what's the code? It keeps me up at night to think of all the guys that you've told Marry me, throat goat, you're so cold The way you flip in half the time of any dealer I know I just wanna get through, what's the code? It keeps me up at night to think of all the guys that you've told And now you've brought me to these Rooms of beauty and excess So boy It's time to cut you down