knowing you
is letting you down, 'cause
you don't wear a crown
I always go for the first price
and that's no lie, if I reach that
I'll lift you beside me
don't make waves it's just
how the game is played
I'll be a king, you a queen
we will cover the whole scene
from New York to Abilene
the white powder is a test
if you're strong enough to
take the rest
it's not addictive as they say
more like a game, a game to
get used to
yes, king and queen we are
we reign, we play with the
white powder game
it's not addictive, not at all
just you play that's all, and
to play, you must pay afterall
like any game you play
the stakes are high, so are
the costs, stay with it you can't
kick it
it's not addictive so they say
going to the edge is a long stretch
stay with it babe, don't give up
the chase
go all the way to paradise
stay with it babe and you'll
be allright
allright 'till daylight
stay with it babe, stay
with the chase
(c) JR. eightees
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zaterdag 13 juli 2019
White powder
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zaterdag 29 december 2018
Tangerine
Tangerine
queen of day and night
queen of dying ice
queen of the well to do
queen of me and you
queen over what you poses
queen over what you said
over what you never meant
of whatever you spent
of what you never had
queen over me and you
when she's through
if she ever ever would
she's in controll
makes you turn and roll
makes you laugh at your lies
makes you cry out of sight
she drinks your wine
Tangerine
queen of my life
over ev'ry inch I move
queen when she's through
if she ever ever would
(c) JR. Ninetees
woensdag 12 september 2018
Belinda
Belinda lived her insane life
reachin' out to the naked skies
a wild cat, a queen of the night
time an' time again reachin' out
for that side where angels fly in
blindin' light
speed filled her days and nights
it was maddening, demanding an'
rough a bird tryin' to catch the sun
she got burned on her last run
Belinda, queen of birds, livin'
a long short life, tried to catch
the sun, never got close to that
light
and time was gettin' to be short
in supply, a line was cast to that
other side, booze was a torment
drugs a need, this lady coudn't
budge or leave, then...kicked it
aside for a clean life
Belinda, queen of birds, livin'
a long short life, tried to catch
the sun, she got burned
(c) JR.
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