Saturday, 01 October 2011 kl. 01:06
Lyrics, rap and speak by: JON?DOE
Produced, mixed and mastered by: Spheroid Beats
Samples from: Family of the Year - Psyche or Like Scope
Song Stream: http://www.indabamusic.com/submissions/show/43890
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Tonight, give me more, paradise.
The only way, To turn me on x2
Tonight is the night we do it right we
Kinda gotta mind to find the time to do it nightly
You say Im icey, and I just might be
But I dont wanna be your punching bag- why you fight me
We need to Y E S each other
Instead of piling on the stress my lover
This mess just covers up whatever regrets been
Kept inside- try to connect and touch her
Shes outta reach, I search my side, but Im missing
I know Im sposed to provide but Im slipping
Thats when depression collides with the mission
And we left without a chef or supplies in the kitchen
How we supposed to make a meal without a recipe to chart
We them two ships drifting apart into the dark
Just send a signal from the heart
Making a change, and its all about to start
(Samples)
Tonight, give me more, paradise.
The only way, To turn me on x2
Tonight were both tired and our patience wears thin
Close your eyes and I caress your skin
Shining with a moonlight expressed within
The darkness ends the where the sex begins
This union is a parallel of life
Its like a moment up in paradise alone with my wife
Where all the pain and the isolation you felt today
Melts away- we using this fire to fight the ice
Rediscovering this common ground with equal footing
Recognize the energy and effort that weve put in
And maybe this foundations been shooken
But its still standing strong long where Ive been looking
You put your hooks in and claimed me
And I looked into your soul and did the same, we cant be
Torn asunder even if the thunders angry
Come inside the hurricane and tame me
(Samples)
Tonight, give me more, paradise.
The only way, To turn me on x2
Tonight you take my shirt off, slow and hesitant
And listen for the pulse in my chest- evidence
It beats the cadence to our love song
Now nothings wrong; this measured pleasure is heaven-sent
We both still worked up a little from the fighting
You see the flirting my eyes, and invite them
With an urgency that frightens, you bite in
I slide my fingers down, you feel the lightning
Arch your back with a moan
And push this world out of the way, were here alone
Just the kisses, the sweat, and the groans
This is how were working it out, end of the poem
Inside and outside, time seems slowed when
We rock the boat we stroke with the motions
Climax with exploding emotions
I call my love back from across the ocean
(Samples)
Tonight, give me more, paradise.
The only way, To turn me on x3
The End!
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