Sex Dreams About Platonic Friends
Another bad night, got old fashioned on my desk
Another shot, another hit, another slip, another cig
Well, I don't want us to catch that fade tomorrow or any other day
We gotta run, take your best dress honey, take your gun
Smoke, blood and tears
Disposable cell and five on the gear
Sweat, flames and fears
Cold gin with drop of your tears
65 thunderbird and half of a tank
Shitty band in an old creepy honky-tonk bar
Let's dance all night, it may be the last one for us
Charm this old man in a store, I need to steal some gas
Smoke, blood and tears
Special and handful of pills
Sweat, flames and fears
Molly, Mandy, You in a sex dream
Remember when we were kids and used to have same dreams
You wanted to be a dancer and I wanted to be a king
Like Elvis playing for kicks, just to have for booze and wheels
When all that ended
Maybe when I started to sell some dope to pay a rent
Maybe when you marred that fucker to have safe home and kids
I went to prison for a few rounds, you went to ICU to heal some wounds
2-7-3D and 9-66, we didn't have a luck in powerball lottery
Listen kitty, I have one more ticket to gamble
You rush through Tijuana, I'm gonna end that rumble
I have a friend in La Paz, you'll get some cash and papers
We will never meet again that's where this story ends
Another shot, another hit, another slip, another cig
Well, I don't want us to catch that fade tomorrow or any other day
We gotta run, take your best dress honey, take your gun
Smoke, blood and tears
Disposable cell and five on the gear
Sweat, flames and fears
Cold gin with drop of your tears
65 thunderbird and half of a tank
Shitty band in an old creepy honky-tonk bar
Let's dance all night, it may be the last one for us
Charm this old man in a store, I need to steal some gas
Smoke, blood and tears
Special and handful of pills
Sweat, flames and fears
Molly, Mandy, You in a sex dream
Remember when we were kids and used to have same dreams
You wanted to be a dancer and I wanted to be a king
Like Elvis playing for kicks, just to have for booze and wheels
When all that ended
Maybe when I started to sell some dope to pay a rent
Maybe when you marred that fucker to have safe home and kids
I went to prison for a few rounds, you went to ICU to heal some wounds
2-7-3D and 9-66, we didn't have a luck in powerball lottery
Listen kitty, I have one more ticket to gamble
You rush through Tijuana, I'm gonna end that rumble
I have a friend in La Paz, you'll get some cash and papers
We will never meet again that's where this story ends
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Writer(s): Mateusz Borończyk
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