Lyric Context Universe
for answers to the questions that will haunt her tonight
she must rinse this all away
she can't hold him this way
for answers to the questions that will haunt her tonight
she must rinse this all away
she can't hold him this way
the air beneath my legs makes you suffocate
the tongue between your mouth makes me wanna rinse it out
rinse it out
the air beneath my legs makes you suffocate
the tongue between your mouth makes me wanna rinse it out
rinse it out
wash you up in red
rinse you up in blue
come on over to my house
wash you up in red
rinse you up in blue
come on over to my house
start
i don't have a reason not to rinse my hands
wash this blood and these tears away
start
i don't have a reason not to rinse my hands
wash this blood and these tears away
raise it up
and rinse it out
then rinse it till it's done
raise it up
and rinse it out
then rinse it till it's done
push my face into your hair
cream rinse and tobacco smoke
that sickly scent is always
push my face into your hair
cream rinse and tobacco smoke
that sickly scent is always
small talk to the wife then put your brain in the box for the night
wash rinse repeat
we don't sleep cause we're stressed from the little things
small talk to the wife then put your brain in the box for the night
wash rinse repeat
we don't sleep cause we're stressed from the little things
soak me in the sunshine
rinse me in the rain
the smell of hate surrounds me
soak me in the sunshine
rinse me in the rain
the smell of hate surrounds me
soak me in the sunshine
rinse me in the rain
the smell of hate surrounds me
soak me in the sunshine
rinse me in the rain
the smell of hate surrounds me
so i can
never rinse the soap
and it's got no pressure
so i can
never rinse the soap
and it's got no pressure
i wet 'em up and then their money bloody
rinsed off
thugger!
i wet 'em up and then their money bloody
rinsed off
thugger!
i want to travel light
or rinse my hands
so i catch the satellite
i want to travel light
or rinse my hands
so i catch the satellite
disrespect the boy shot him up
rudeboy rinse the steel
yeah
disrespect the boy shot him up
rudeboy rinse the steel
yeah
you wasn't meant for the streets
the cycle is rinse and repeat
do it and do it again
you wasn't meant for the streets
the cycle is rinse and repeat
do it and do it again
i slip on the blood trail
the rusted faucet begins to rinse your crimson skin
i made a deal with the devil
i slip on the blood trail
the rusted faucet begins to rinse your crimson skin
i made a deal with the devil