| Marilyn Manson – The Mephistopheles of Los Angeles Lyrics | 7 years ago |
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| Childish Gambino – Silk Pillow Lyrics | 8 years ago |
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[Verse 1: Beck] Centrifugal force pulling me off-course, in a horse race Changing horses midstream, fourteenth place On videotape surveillance playback Saw you lose face, disgraced, God forbid you Fall off of the face of the Earth with chase The black hole of what you thought it was worth today “Don’t shoot the piano player” I heard them say It was your fault, centrifugal force, you got caught Convict monotonous, a verdict thoughtless As you read it out loud, at least I was being relatively honest Standing in your office trying to speak to some anacondas Eking solace from the sawdust While your doppleganger stands topless No one notices, they got their own dramas Drama-rama’s melodramas You draw commas on the eyes of madonnas And wonder why you can’t turn traumas into nirvanas [Verse 2: Childish Gambino] Don’t mess your head up, still run with these young bucks Still runnin’ on jet fuel, still pimpin’ on what-what What was I thinkin’? I wasn’t What am I drinkin’? I’m buzzin’ Speakin’ of weekends I used to fuck with your cousin I used to rap about nothin’, now I rap about nothin’ But that nothin’ was somethin’ that ain’t nobody was bumpin’ See I still got it boo-boo, just a dab'll do you Wonders if you don’t wanna be under some gross dude But most girls will do it just for a corner seat at Nobu I bet your daughter’s perfect, he say it like he know me My daughter isn’t living yet, Atwater Village idiot Their flow’s dumb, but that royalty’s the silliest Now [Verse 3: Childish Gambino] Someone tell these niggas I ain’t fuckin’ ’round Fly them all to Vegas man we hold it down Livin’ for the present, nigga we fuck futures Sippin’ on some whiskey, these bitches drinkin’ Kombucha Recession means more oppression, these niggas will shoot ya Rio de Janeiro, these bitches lookin’ like Xuxa Talk with anacondas, at least I’m bein’ honest I’m tryin’ to turn these Keke Palmers into baby mamas Baby mama, I’m your baby, mama Man, let your boy drown, they ain’t save me, momma They ain’t save me momma They ain’t save me momma Silk pillow for that new weave Silk pillow for that new weave |
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| Silversun Pickups – Little Lover's So Polite Lyrics | 15 years ago |
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It seems to me that this song is about sex. It's about a guy whose frustrated with the girl he's sleeping with because she's too shy about sex. so much for the light show (He's given up on getting off with her) pissing on while pissing off sucking in a smokescreen selling of a loose knit dream (She's kind of a tease and it's screwing with his head and he's beginning to realize he's not going to get what he wants) folding up the skyline (Closing the curtains) agreeing on a steep decline (Laying down on the bed) cant control this airplane (Pretty sure "airplane" is a euphemism here. He's saying he's getting too excited) being caught is just the same headed for a lowlife little lover's so polite waking up the core needs with smelling salts and faulty means (He's saying she gets him excited and wakes up his "core needs" by acting very sexual, but it's really just a "smokescreen." "Being caught is just the same" means that she suddenly gets turned off, just like if someone had walked in on them. Pretty sure "headed for a lowlife" is another euphemism...) did the bones collide who let the bones collide why did the bones collide (This part sounds sarcastic to me. Like he's annoyed with her for saying he's going too fast when he doesn't think so) (nikki: it's always the same way for me ending in the same way.) (This could either be her saying that it always ends with her being disappointed, or just a reiteration of what he is saying) so much for the showdown keeping up while keeping off choking on the cold feet (Things come to a stop because she gets "cold feet") rolling up the plastic sleeves (Condom) can't control the slow ride (Once again, he gets too excited) little lover's so polite turning off the low light (She's so shy she doesn't want the lights on) tell me did the bones collide the bones collide the bones collide little lover�s so polite so polite so polite turning off the low light (nikki: it's always the same way for me blue turns soft with time broke remains, an everyday disguise ending in the same way. . .the same way) tell me did the bones collide the bones collide the bones collide little lover�s so polite so polite so polite The rest is pretty self explanatory. That's my take on it. I could be totally wrong. Maybe I just have a dirty mind. |
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