Mr. Bond (Drugs in Me)
Mr. Bond
Ready or not
I got your gun
We've only got one shot
Mr. Bond
You getting in bed or not?
No one will ever see you
For Mr. Bond
It's not very hard
Hand in glove
I'm in the dark?
Guess I don't know what I feel
Who said anything about love?
Well I know
I know you're finally hurting
It's the past
It's the cast that burnt down your heaven
And I know
You lay awake
And I'll move on
Oh yeah
And in my arms
You're weak and the demons
Don't love nobody else
You're drugs in me
A recipe from the underground
You're drugs in me
A recipe for disaster
A "Love" that schemes
Will fetter me to the underground, daddy
Your drugs in me
A recipe for disaster
Mr. Bond
She won't understand
Hey Mr. Bond
You're eating from her hand
Give me one night to show you
You'll know how to do it
Mr. "Love"
Mr. Moral of the World
Pretend you're hurt
And wonder can you stick it to me
I'll haunt you
And then make you understand
Cuz the way you moved
Beneath the weight of my body
I got lost in those words that we could embody
Why would you even be a fan
Of anyone else but Gods?
Cuz nobody else but Satan says
"Imagine all you want"
Your drugs in me
A recipe from the underground
Your drugs in me
A recipe for disaster
Your drugs in me
Drag me down to the underground
Your drugs in me
A recipe for disaster
A recipe for disaster
Your drugs in me
Drag me down to the underground
Your drugs in me
A recipe for disaster
The world can see
You suck more from a youngblood
Your drugs in me
So murder me in the underground ... oh yeah
Ready or not
I got your gun
We've only got one shot
Mr. Bond
You getting in bed or not?
No one will ever see you
For Mr. Bond
It's not very hard
Hand in glove
I'm in the dark?
Guess I don't know what I feel
Who said anything about love?
Well I know
I know you're finally hurting
It's the past
It's the cast that burnt down your heaven
And I know
You lay awake
And I'll move on
Oh yeah
And in my arms
You're weak and the demons
Don't love nobody else
You're drugs in me
A recipe from the underground
You're drugs in me
A recipe for disaster
A "Love" that schemes
Will fetter me to the underground, daddy
Your drugs in me
A recipe for disaster
Mr. Bond
She won't understand
Hey Mr. Bond
You're eating from her hand
Give me one night to show you
You'll know how to do it
Mr. "Love"
Mr. Moral of the World
Pretend you're hurt
And wonder can you stick it to me
I'll haunt you
And then make you understand
Cuz the way you moved
Beneath the weight of my body
I got lost in those words that we could embody
Why would you even be a fan
Of anyone else but Gods?
Cuz nobody else but Satan says
"Imagine all you want"
Your drugs in me
A recipe from the underground
Your drugs in me
A recipe for disaster
Your drugs in me
Drag me down to the underground
Your drugs in me
A recipe for disaster
A recipe for disaster
Your drugs in me
Drag me down to the underground
Your drugs in me
A recipe for disaster
The world can see
You suck more from a youngblood
Your drugs in me
So murder me in the underground ... oh yeah
Credits
Writer(s): Angelo Sommer
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