All the Bands

All the bands
All the bands
All the bands

All the bands exotic
If you come as you are with your tongue hypnotic
Breaking bread with the end of the time while we grind
Watch the sun get eclipsed in the club with your bitch
It's a feeling
New wave to the bones on your hand with the nails so long
Like a comb through my hair wavy, I can feel the baby
With your touch like a shock switching on my crazy

All the money foreign, all the bitches foreign
All emotions foreign in a crystal river
Lay me down with the fishes, I'm a hybrid giver
I could be a rock star or a broken diamond
Dip me back in the club with the sweat drop love
Your arms like kites fly around my height
5'5", brown eyes, brown skin, brown hearts
If I text you back, then you know you're my type

Tattoos with the Y-3 shoes
I can see you through those concrete hues
In the club with nothing but my bone structure
Look around, stay clear of the club vultures

All the bands
All the bands
All the bands
All the bands
All the bands
All the bands

All the bands, old money
With the sugar babies and the playboy bunnies
I haven't been the same since the lockdown
And my spirit rose above me when I got down
And you were all up on me in my thoughts now
Can I get another shot of the vodka?
I'm up against the glass in the shower
Holding on for life in the span of an hour

Playing dumb so I can get the power
Acting numb way up in my tower
Aura blue icy like my flower
Aura red, warm me by the fire

Tarot cards, six wands, and an ace
Grown-ass but I could be your baby cakes

All the bands
All the bands
All the bands
All the bands
All the bands
All the bands

All the bands
All the bands
All the bands
All the bands
All the bands
All the bands
All the bands

Who made the beat Charlie



Credits
Writer(s): Ernest Eugene Brown Iii
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