Clyde Crooks - Chinatown Lyrics

I don't think it's hard to tell, too much to say
I don't talk to anybody, anyway
Never get to speak to much, never get to talk
Wind up on the wheel, the pressure build
Release
Warmest cord, warmest care
Love was sent, uh
You got love, you got time
What you meant, uh
Yeah
I want it days in advance
Hop off the plane when I land
I want it days in advance, right in my hand, don't wanna ask
Don't wanna beg you, baby
Don't wanna neg you, baby
Don't wanna take my time
Don't wanna talk to crazy
Don't wanna beg, don't wanna beg, don't wanna beg
Just wanna read your f*ckin' mind
Too few signs, way too much time, yeah
Thinkin' 'bout if you were mine, yeah
Why the f*ck I do this every time, yeah
(I been thinkin' about)
Sun salutation on a Monday
White, white powder on the weekends, yeah
Sirsasana on a Sunday
Miley Cyrus, bloody nose, sinus leakin'
Dancin' naked in your bedroom with the lights off
Come on, baby girl, you're lookin' good, got the right stuff
White t-shirt, black jeans, and you're iced up
Show you angry love, summer night, different kinds of
Different side of me
What you to see the feeling that's behind the image
What you to lie to me

Keep the pace, fall behind
All these ones, zeros in my mind
Walk like Harriet, carry these nines
You too kind, you too kind
We ain't got ties, you ain't my slime
Vespertine, oughta rape these dimes, yeah
Oh god

C-c-cut throat, kill you while you sleep, bitch
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Come through
I want it days in advance, hop off the plane when I land
I want it, I want it days in advance, right in my hand, don't wanna ask

That's just how the evening started
Stamp your forehead with these f*ckin' rings
Blood shedding on the carpet, catch a body
Four to the head like mane
I'm a gonna have to beg your pardon
Pullin', Tokyo Drift, Johnny Dang, rollin' too hard, goin' James Harden
I'm tellin' you that it don't have to be this way
I remember everything you said to me
Cloudin' all up in my mental sky tonight
Please just won't you let me take your pain away
Just want you to let me f*ck your pain away
F*ck your pain away, f*ck your pain away, hmm, hmmm
Soft like a bullet in the head
Wet like Mohave, like the Red
Council flat music, Limerick
Soft like a bullet in the head
(Soft like a bullet in the head, soft like a bullet in the head)
Doin' 89 down Hope Street
Same f*ckin' fog that killed Kobe
24 bands every morning
Hmm, I been, I been on it
(Yeah, yeah)
Backwooded in the Benzo
And she pass it right to herself
She don't even need no help
Make her feel you again
Catch you creepin' here I might stare
Coke queens playing pretend
They ain't your friends, they don't wanna see you in the ends
Behind their eyes ain't nobody there
Love ain't for rent
Love ain't for sale
But I'd give it all to you if he weren't here
You would still see me, you would still care
Lyin' to myself, sayin' what you got is rare, aw yeah
Aw yeah, aw yeah, aw yeah