3 lyrics for "The shades go down"
Smoking in the dark cinema See the bad go down again And I was gripped by that deadly phantom I followed him through hard jungles As he stalked through the back lots Strangling through the night shades Oh, the thief of life Moved onwards and outwards to
PlayDon't call me daughter, not fit to The picture kept will remind me Don't call me The shades go down Alone, listless Breakfast table in an otherwise empty room Young girl, violence Center of her own attention The mother reads aloud, child tries to
PlayI got my top down on my whip Her hair blowing in the wind I got my shades on cause I'm bent She roll it up with no stem I got my Louis bags duffled up Fuck with the squad and throw it up I got my top down, speakers bump See me when I pull it up Gucci bag
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