The pretty green’s in flames, and i’ve just realised my flaming lips. The claret strikes the bloodstream. We can’t all be Rock ‘N’ Roll stars, so i’m blazing out the speaker with Kid Cudi clanking glass animals.
When the Soul Cried Out for Meaning
The pretty green’s in flames, and i’ve just realised my flaming lips. The claret strikes the bloodstream. We can’t all be Rock ‘N’ Roll stars, so i’m blazing out the speaker with Kid Cudi clanking glass animals.