Blys Songtext
von King Theta

It′s goin' down like baileys
Too sweet, too smooth
Just got sick in the booth
Got me burnin′ like saline
All on a fresh wound
Told you I won't tell you what to do


Ten toes on the frontline for the ride
Tightrope don't micro my vibe
Pretty psycho, pretty fly though
Get me high from the nighttime
To the sunlight inside
White noise baby right outta my world
Next week when it′s boring, try to learn
Got bad needs for adoring when it hurts
Petty poison in the morning for the thirst

It′s goin' down like baileys
Too sweet, too smooth
Just got sick in the booth
Got me burnin′ like saline
All on a fresh wound
Told you I won't tell you what to do
It′s goin' down like baileys
Too sweet, too smooth
Just got sick in the booth
Got me burnin′ like saline
All on a fresh wound
Told me you won't tell me what to do