Lyric Context Universe
that is why i own the cable tv
show me the way to the nearest cable access follies
give me the remote control
that is why i own the cable tv
show me the way to the nearest cable access follies
give me the remote control
lassu dal tetto vedi che son tante
le folli
folli come te
lassu dal tetto vedi che son tante
le folli
folli come te
hit your noggin
met a bitch in l.a. but she work in follies
shawty wanna fuck
hit your noggin
met a bitch in l.a. but she work in follies
shawty wanna fuck
babylon applauding for building an evilous world
follies and craze
ghetto youths skylarking
babylon applauding for building an evilous world
follies and craze
ghetto youths skylarking
on my fellowship shit
pumpin 5' o'clock follies"
end
on my fellowship shit
pumpin 5' o'clock follies"
end
but it all shakes out real slow
when the follies of your weekend hang like smoke onto your clothes. and the shame of it grows when you whisper it nice and low. but all the walls have ears my darling
and all bad things get known. and i know about you. i know about you. i know the ceiling when it starts to burn. i know the season when it starts to turn. and i know that the patterns that the wicked learn. and i see suspicions arise around you. i know the curtain and the way it falls. i know the burden and the pain it draws. i know you're sorry for something
but it all shakes out real slow
when the follies of your weekend hang like smoke onto your clothes. and the shame of it grows when you whisper it nice and low. but all the walls have ears my darling
and all bad things get known. and i know about you. i know about you. i know the ceiling when it starts to burn. i know the season when it starts to turn. and i know that the patterns that the wicked learn. and i see suspicions arise around you. i know the curtain and the way it falls. i know the burden and the pain it draws. i know you're sorry for something
turn up!
party up in follies on the molly on the sunday
stack them hoes up in the pile like dirty laundry
turn up!
party up in follies on the molly on the sunday
stack them hoes up in the pile like dirty laundry