Tag: Dessa

Dessa – Chopper – Lyrics Letra Doomtree Dessa – Chopper – Lyrics

When I’m good, I know it
When I’m bad I don’t know why
If you like it, you should show it
before we run right out of night
Tired of the bar scene
the stupid parties
getting makeup off my face
and glitter out the carpet
Meet me in the elevator, let’s press all the buttons
we can say our goodbyes later
place is faded won’t remember nothing

Visine, cab fare, dry shampoo
I’ll take another like déjà—you
should let your guard down
I laid all my cards out
Bells are ringing last round
but I’m not turning back now

This might be love
it’s still too close to call
But when the lights come up
don’t wanna be the flower on the wall
Our nights are numbered
you can count them as they fall
But I like the thunder
I’m here to feel it all

I know something’s missing
I know something isn’t right
Seems like the good ones always hidden
somewhere just outta sight
I think I’m ready, but I can’t say that I’m not afraid
I got a sense of direction that gets in my own way
I know at best it gets messy
nobody’s got an extra heart on hand to break

Dark eyes, allspice, hey look who
walked in shark fin headed for the pool table
oooh maybe
we could shoot a few later
I got things to do but this game is better two-player

This might be love
it’s still too close to call
But when the lights come up
don’t wanna be the flower on the wall
Our nights are numbered
you can count them as they fall
But I like the thunder
I’m here to feel it all
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Dessa – Hurricane Party – Lyrics Letra Doomtree Dessa – Hurricane Party – Lyrics

Fill the kiddie pool
up with Prosecco
Get the LEDs on
need the spectacle
Gotta beat the one last week
let’s get a record
If you’re tryna be a go-getter
you gotta go and get it
Desperate times
call for desperate pleasures
Some legitimate headlines
mostly cries for attention
The camera speeds
copy ready to read
oughta be a good night
We’re live in 3, 2—
fuck, man, busted on a hot mic

Cuz it’s a hurricane
a hurricane party
End days
every other Wednesday
Live girls dance
dead men float
A hurricane party
gold dust, sex, and Bacardi
DJ says don’t hold back
because the water won’t

Looks like someone leaked the password
too much tea to clean earl grey disaster
Campaign manager come walks it backwards
but he’s the one who tipped TV—clever bastard
Shots fired in the echo chamber
rico-ricochet
The other side puts kids in danger
don’t matter what their argument, that’s what they always say
Front of the parade girl spins a baton
band leader conducts with a corn on the cob
The new sound gets everybody out on their lawn
composed for french horn, cash register, mob

Cuz it’s a hurricane
a hurricane party
End days
every other Wednesday
Live girls dance
dead men float
A hurricane party
gold dust, sex, and Bacardi
DJ says don’t hold back
because the water won’t

Okay, who broke the chain letter
too much bad luck to try to get away with it
One more plague, nobody goes to recess
Chatbots away take out your paper pieces
longhand
Gimme an essay on the living conditions in Oz written by the Strawman:
housing shot up, looking for a soft land
Dorothy comes to, couldn’t give a goddamn
Looking for a few recruits
to do what must be done
So if you got the heart and a pair of good boots
meet me at the food court by Forever 21

Cuz it’s a hurricane
a hurricane party
End days
every other Wednesday
Live girls dance
dead men float
A hurricane party
gold dust, sex, and Bacardi
DJ says don’t hold back
because the water won’t
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