Tekst :

look it buried yourself (go with it)
Is it turning you on? (go with it)
Ill be sittin right here (go with it)
when the time is right (ill stick it)

licking your own skin, so trippy
squeezing your own ass, so pretty
suck the ways it s used for chilling?
when you finally come so pretty

bitch we have got a problem
there s not enough to get in it

getting off
Im getting off
keep getting off
keep getting off
Im getting off
Im getting off to you
It s not enough
It s not enough
It s more than will ever be enough
Im getting off
Im getting off to you

dip your hands right in (go with it)
come on rush my sin (go with it)
you can let me in (go with it)
wonder where i ve been (i ll stick it)

licking your own skin, so trippy
squeezing your own ass, so pretty
suck the ways it s used for chilling?
when you finally come so pretty

bitch we have got a problem
there s not enough to get in it

getting off
Im getting off
keep getting off
keep getting off
Im getting off
Im getting off to you
It s not enough
It s not enough
It s more than will ever be enough
Im getting off
Im getting off to you

hold my knees
lick my treat ?

fuck im coming
fuck im coming on you
Im coming
fuck
Im coming on you

licking your own skin, so trippy
squeezing your own ass, so pretty
suck the ways it s used for chilling?
when you finally come so pretty

bitch we have got a problem
there s not enough to get in it

getting off
Im getting off
keep getting off
keep getting off
Im getting off
Im getting off to you
It s not enough
It s not enough
It s more than will ever be enough
Im getting off

We got found out now I can t see you anymore,
And I don t want to hear your voice again,
Now I don t know what I can do with all these words,
I ve hidden all your photographs away,
I put my guard up when I hear of...

We were born in a Golden Age
Beyond the creed
Blown with the winds to meet
The ones who creep
And pray
Unshold feet traces on fresh sand
A map unfold
Spreading out knowledge,
Magic and love
And then ... ooh, and then,

Carried by wooden gods
We leave toward the sky
Gushed out the holy blood
From those who die
To bless

Ooh, and...

Just about the time that you
have the whole world figured out
That would be the time that you
enter in a season of doubt, I ll tell you
That every time those thoughts begin to
enter your mind
Your Father picks you up...

Stanął świat na głowie
Co możemy zrobić
Zwykli ludzie tacy jak my
Dosyć gazet, dosyć już
Gadających bzdury głów
Chodź pójdziemy
Poleżymy na trawie
Patrzę ci w oczy i
W głowie mam jedną myśl

Do dna z całych sił
Pijmy życie właśnie dziś
Niech każdy dzień będzie jak
Święto...

Ellen, I fell in big loving with you.

I saw you by that pool.
I thought you thought I was cool.
I felt a longing in my tool.
So dye your hair
Or change your name
Have your left arm surgically removed