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    Azealia Banks

    Idle Delilah

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    Добавлена 14 ноября 2014 пользователем N1

    Текст песни Idle Delilah
    Текст песни Idle Delilah

    Idlest Delilah
    Darling, do ya like beige in your coffee? Tea? A wild-?
    Wild breeze on a day, a dawn
    Oft' indeed a child, smiles at me cause I'm made of yarn
    Dolly, me? Am I? I'll trade a dollar for ya dime, oh
    Idlest Delilah
    Trout and trees remind me of my
    Darling 'D the Diver,'
    Diver D was a saytr, a
    Father figurine
    I made him run away with his stale lung
    Folly me am I? Oh, Idol-less Delilah
    Darling Miss Delilah
    While you're wasting your days alone
    All your friends are hired, all your friendships are fading
    Don't try to cheat the dial, don't look the other way
    It could play out wrong
    Are you suicidal?
    Are you in denial?
    Idleest Delilah
    While you're 'wake hear my latest song
    Glad to see you smile
    Glad to see you so stable
    What's all of these divided by the pile of peas on the nape of your..
    Dolly me am I? I'll trade a dollar for your dime
    I'll take you
    Slick snapper, Soul Clap on 3
    Hi-hatter the dip-dapper pretty pat this "p"
    Tip-tapper the chit-chatter, ready rap AB
    Can't deal with the bullshit cause the crab ain't me
    He took you to cruise ships, put a yacht on me
    He said, "The puss deeper than the deep blue sea"
    Indeed, the puss deeper than the three fugees
    [?]
    Stay up in ya face beverage with ya ~ baby!
    Applauded the favorite, so clap on 3
    They loving the mixed flavors, lift ya pink and clink!
    They loving the mixed flavors, lift ya pink and clink
    Something to sip savor, made ya blink and think
    Stay puffin the piff, paper-making-hits ain’t cheap!
    Yep, and I flew Jamaican Jake for dick and Ki
    They loving the mixed flavors lift ya pink and clink
    London to main state, I’m major, Miss AB
    They fucking with young savior, make her rich and sweet
    Loving ya luck lady, lick ya lip and wink
    (It’s that jam g, it’s just flavors-
    Rhythm and dance beat, so what up?
    Lit that damn green and it’s blazin-
    Bitch, i’m stance, steez in the cut
    Upton N-Y-C is famous, london fam
    Please throw it up little bam-bi with the latest
    Give her that stamp, g - put it up!) 

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