- somebody get cups, somebody get bottles
- somebody get blunts, and we gone get goggles
- now we ain't role models, so we go full throttle
- switch toggled, flipped module
- mind boggled, drink hollow
- somebody got cups, somebody got bottles
- somebody got blunts, now we all got goggles
- you wanna get blown follow, i'm talking sky high tho
- stoned waddle, zoned motto,
- about to win this bone lotto
- pants to the floor, dancing with hoes
- ego stroke til expansion of holes
- swim from the coast to the man in the boat
- creeps get close till their hands on their throat
- prance in a cloak, fantasy zone
- put a staff through her clothes and man, did she moan
- ba-bad to the bone, fan-fancy capone
- tra-trashed out her dome, cra-crashed in a home
- bird bath a must, splash then the bus
- pain in the calf, pulled back it cramped up
- no complaints on the scufs from the carpet munch muff
- tough drank much shots, now he puking guts up
- still half wide awake, so he's screwing up stuff
- nut caked on his pants, lewd view of crude lust
- raw stench on his hand, perfume, cooch musk
- and knew when he bust, he's only doing this once
CHORUS
- running through moments
- mind cannot trace it
- lost in the space is
- words or the places
- liquor scores and erases
- what occurred or the faces
- black the fuck out, black the fuck out
- welcomed to the club with tequila for free
- boots to the knees, skirt just below the cheeks
- shots all night, paid no price
- conversation strike with the man that was nice
- halfway fried, all impressed with his ice
- before she blink twice, undressed with his eyes
- addresses his ride, parked outside
- slide from her girls, dips out on the sly
- dick out as he drives, till they pull in the drive
- slipped inside, drawls pulled to the side
- pokes and he pries till he draws out cries
- howls in the darkness of the pale moonlight
- bowels start to tighten as her frail bruised thighs
- shake and they throb, no latex involved
- both so enthralled, that that couldn't stall
- the alcohol's job, another memory robbed
- don't normally do this on the first night...riiiiight
- i only do this with a person that i...liiiiike
- don't be embarrassed, it's not your fault
- we can handle these needs, like grown adults
- without going to court, not gonna judge your thoughts
- no pressure forced, just let it run it's course
- don't strap up cause wrapper's too...tiiiight
- seemed like a good idea in hind...siiiight
- ball for the cause just like you're taught
- a star turned rock and the cost's your floss
- when you fall in pools of alcohol
- now your tossed in a time line lost
CHORUS
- running through moments
- mind cannot trace it
- lost in the space is
- words or the places
- liquor scores and erases
- what occurred or the faces
- black the fuck out, black the fuck out
credits
from The Happiest Sad Face Remix EP,
released May 29, 2014
Written by Carl Kavorkian
Vocals by Natalia Bagatelas
Produced by Adam Agon
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