Lo! The pale moonlight Weaves a poetic spell of vital death and decline Of mist and moth and the hunger inside Kisses took to fever and fever, demise "
Lo! The pale moonlight Weaves a poetic spell of vital death and decline Of mist and moth and the hunger inside Kisses took to fever and the fever, demise
, It's in my dreams It's the monsters that I conjure, It's the marijuana It's embarrassment, displacement, it's where I wander It's my genre, It's Madonna
come to my place [echo] Common gon' be mad at me [echo] (why?) Common gon' be mad at me [echo] (why?) Cause I likes them white girl Had a little fever since Madonna
beams, It's in my dreams It's the monsters that I conjure, It's the marijuana It's embarrassment, displacement, it's where I wander It's my genre, It's Madonna
up in the C-L the shit's astronomical Hoes lining up on the curb they fall like dominos Used to have this white bitch she looked like Madonna though Heard