You make me wanna die If looks could kill Then you'd be a murderer Dying in the hills of Hollywood I found out that you got lost with her Chorus Don
Whoo And so she dances in your crystal ball The ballerina of the baby dolls Under a spell you only call her name Only her answer can undo your pain Her
This is the sound of the room at the hotel So many secrets you keep and you don't tell Jesus and Mary will cry with an angel Theres not a place between
Just another day without you yeah There's a girl with a lollipop on my mind When I get this high she's got the flavor Jesus Christ is a mannequin in
I will be waiting right here Only to roam When the bells chime like there is no tomorrow (and you're gonna take me home) Never gonna ever gonna belong
Daddy's girl's kissing herself in the mirror Supposed to be tucked into bed just fine That was before the decision to dial my number I said pick up the
I made her from pieces of stars The ones that fell when you shot through A sky that burned not to return No other element would do Her soul was grown
to shine through this day Cold virgin air Is just all that remains In the cold Let darkness fall Chorus Sleep with me a dream in love (you're dreaming of) Sleep
missed you to pick my locks And try to guess who's come around and who's stayed And I've tried to stay alive I cried myself to sleep every night Dreaming
Now you see me, now you don't Now you see me, now you don't Now you see me, now you don't Bedroom eyes are so passe Everyone wants to give it away It
The shadows are alive without you There in my heart you broke in two I went down to my knees for you and tried to make believe But you can't say that
Bones (bones) (bones) Bones (bones) (bones) Bones (bones) (bones) Bones (bones) (bones) They talked about you Like you were a piece of cake One that
minds sleeps Lime green headphones, Jimmy I need some Slime Beats [Chorus] [Lloyd Banks] Moneys the focus, ashtray?s to the top a hundred roaches Pretty head on hotel
go [Verse 1: Mac Miller] Hey I got a cup of henny Joint of good Not getting any sleep even though I should Catch an early flight, hit another city For
hundred And I can see those fighter planes And I can see those fighter planes Across the mud huts where the children sleep Through the alleys of the quiet city
here on af 607105 time difference you're waking chase the sun into your eyes sleeping cities dust hotel rooms passengers look to the skies fly over
Lions in the street and roaming Dogs in heat, rabid, foaming A beast caged in the heart of a city The body of his mother Rotting in the summer ground