La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
Help me please, please (help me)
Take a reservation
I conversate, with my woman
To heal my problems
But the demons, sneaked out
Took my soul
What can I Do more?
It's not my fault, it's not my fault
In my mind, it's crazy right
In my life, is junkie life
Drug type, demons
Are coming tonight
They still hauting, ting
They still haunting
My mind is tormented
Speaking of the devil, he's right over there
Just to high to care
Baby give me fellatio
Help me find my soul
Oh, woah
This is for the lost souls
Follow my road
Gigolo, Gigolo, gigolo
Geronimo, geronimo, geronimo
In hell, yeah, I dove
Heartless, where is my soul?
Where is my soul?
Under there, where dopamine belongs
Belong, belong
Lot of lost souls, that needs a cleanse
Huh, that cough was on purpose
Don't worry, lot of ghost
That appears
I'm gone, am I clear?
Wearin' Moncler
Prescriptions, no, they don't do shit
Not stronger than the percs
Let me Tell you that
Let me Tell you that
You don't need to worry, bae
Imma' Pull it up, run it up, through the rain Ay, Run it up, run it up, through the rain
Through the pain, I feel lost today
Hit that guitar note
Tales of a toxic, my story gon be told
Baby I'm really sorry
Sober life, I don't belong
Like clothes, got the bleach, and I fold
I fold, oh, raw vocals, (they are raw)
M.O.G - Cleanse Lyrics
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English
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
Help me please, please (help me)
Take a reservation
I conversate, with my woman
To heal my problems
But the demons, sneaked out
Took my soul
What can I Do more?
It's not my fault, it's not my fault
In my mind, it's crazy right
In my life, is junkie life
Drug type, demons
Are coming tonight
They still hauting, ting
They still haunting
My mind is tormented
Speaking of the devil, he's right over there
Just to high to care
Baby give me fellatio
Help me find my soul
Oh, woah
This is for the lost souls
Follow my road
Gigolo, Gigolo, gigolo
Geronimo, geronimo, geronimo
In hell, yeah, I dove
Heartless, where is my soul?
Where is my soul?
Under there, where dopamine belongs
Belong, belong
Lot of lost souls, that needs a cleanse
Huh, that cough was on purpose
Don't worry, lot of ghost
That appears
I'm gone, am I clear?
Wearin' Moncler
Prescriptions, no, they don't do shit
Not stronger than the percs
Let me Tell you that
Let me Tell you that
You don't need to worry, bae
Imma' Pull it up, run it up, through the rain Ay, Run it up, run it up, through the rain
Through the pain, I feel lost today
Hit that guitar note
Tales of a toxic, my story gon be told
Baby I'm really sorry
Sober life, I don't belong
Like clothes, got the bleach, and I fold
I fold, oh, raw vocals, (they are raw)
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
Help me please, please (help me)
Take a reservation
I conversate, with my woman
To heal my problems
But the demons, sneaked out
Took my soul
What can I Do more?
It's not my fault, it's not my fault
In my mind, it's crazy right
In my life, is junkie life
Drug type, demons
Are coming tonight
They still hauting, ting
They still haunting
My mind is tormented
Speaking of the devil, he's right over there
Just to high to care
Baby give me fellatio
Help me find my soul
Oh, woah
This is for the lost souls
Follow my road
Gigolo, Gigolo, gigolo
Geronimo, geronimo, geronimo
In hell, yeah, I dove
Heartless, where is my soul?
Where is my soul?
Under there, where dopamine belongs
Belong, belong
Lot of lost souls, that needs a cleanse
Huh, that cough was on purpose
Don't worry, lot of ghost
That appears
I'm gone, am I clear?
Wearin' Moncler
Prescriptions, no, they don't do shit
Not stronger than the percs
Let me Tell you that
Let me Tell you that
You don't need to worry, bae
Imma' Pull it up, run it up, through the rain Ay, Run it up, run it up, through the rain
Through the pain, I feel lost today
Hit that guitar note
Tales of a toxic, my story gon be told
Baby I'm really sorry
Sober life, I don't belong
Like clothes, got the bleach, and I fold
I fold, oh, raw vocals, (they are raw)
Writer: Nathan Baribeau
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