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Correct My Dreams Lyrics
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Correct My Dreams
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[Verse] Sitting on the tarmac Waiting for the push back Ready to take to the sky like a dove You sitting in the wedding bed Ripping up the contract Another failed attempt at love But I’ma be alright I got some more this night To realize what I’m dreaming of It’s a constant need The need to feed And eat directly from your glove [Pre Chorus] We have lift off or so it seems She a page ripped right from my dreams Shoot all the blockas' with laser beams And watch them fall like dominoes [Chorus] We’re outta luck So grease your body up And fuck, fuck! [Fuck, fuck] I said we outta luck So grease your body up And fuck, fuck! [Fuck, fuck] I thought we did all right We can go all night Try as you might, you might Decide to whip me like cream [Verse] Sitting in the Starbucks Greasing up the tear ducts A downpour of tears in my tea Passing on a dirty buck Don’t want to ever get stuck In such mediocrity But I’m living for the night waves Need a girl who behaves This is a club, not a rodeo But I expect too much I should be used to such Complications from the shit show [Pre Chorus] She a vampyre too good to feed Fulfill my needs cuz that’s what I need Watch blockas' run home with blazing speed and self destruct like Nostromo [Chorus] We outta luck So grease your body up And fuck, fuck! [Fuck, fuck] I said we outta luck So raise your body up And fuck, fuck! [Fuck, fuck] ‘Cuz I’m about this night Is your pussy tight? Try as you might, you might decide to vaporize my dreams [Bridge] Ow! Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck And if you front all my needs Once in a while you got to give it up ‘Cuz I need a vessel for my seeds Show me that’s mine and drink from my cup ‘Cuz time breaks and gets stuck All signs point to hard luck But we make time for the fuck, fuck Then we come to see The smooth enormity [PRE-Chorus] It’s not desire so much as greed And we are slaves to a basic need Let fear and fantasy intercede And sink your teeth into the bowl [Chorus] We outta luck So grease your body up And fuck, fuck! [Fuck, fuck] I said we outta luck So grease your body up And fuck, fuck! [Fuck, fuck] Until the morning light Till we exhaust this night And mix the gin with Sprite Lets make you share my fantasy AwYeah!
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