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The Wooden Sky - The Night Goes On And On (Sleepover Shows)
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Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Skyler Purcell
Skyler Purcell
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Alex Beane
Alex Beane
Recording Engineer
John Painter
John Painter
Mastering Engineer
The Kitchen StudiosDallas Texas
The Kitchen StudiosDallas Texas
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

Tell me what's good with the mix, yea Like I'm mixing your drink You know that you only get tips, yea When you listen to me Big girls don't cry And only the good girls don't leave So she gon do her lil dance And do what she can Just like some Arizona tea Let's do an Oklahoma bump Top down, feel the breeze Too much junk in the trunk I'm might stop & take a peak We might stop & cause a leak I turn a freak on the scene When I let the dog off the leash At least, you'll leave it to me To feast, until you get weak in the knees Pussy as wet as the sea Now I can water my seeds This shit done came from the root Where we grow more than them trees I do it for more than the streams I do it for more than just me This shit's just is all in my jeans No, I mean she's all in my jeans You already know what that means And it goes on & on & on We'll go on & on & on She'll go on & on & on We can g on & on & on Already know how she swings I'm just her favorite trapeze She got no caller ID She always wants guarantees I'm always gonna disagree We already know where this leads Bad things come in threes Bad bitches cum twice First time for ya boy Second time for the price Three times, earn ya stripes She got me working over night Run the post, take a right In the slot, catch a fade Pussy soft like suede I eat up, sautéed I'll beat it up all day Like the roads not paved Don't even know your name It's better off that way You're better off untrained I know you like foul play I know you like how I'm made That's why you're always outweighed That's why you're always out back I had to go & build a gate I kinda feel like bill gates The way I build my space Sharper than the fucking blade That your using on your face I can do this all day I know an ace from a spade I'm a pro at the games that you play If I make a hit, then I'm safe at the plate If you take a hit, now we're raising the place If I'm whipping chicken, I'm just raising some canes Girl your thicker than the sauce that I make I'm on that ass like some sweet baby rays Put you on my plate Like some Bacon & eggs I'm on the way Bout to go get that cake I don't need a cape I don't need a break Give me my flowers Girl you know I don't a need a vase I know when it's bait I know what it takes To move a mountain Holding you waist Now show me your face So I can drown it Go to town with it Don't want no games I just wanna trade You use that pussy to pay On & on & on We'll go & on & on She'll go on & on & on We can go on & on & on
Writer(s): Skyler Purcell Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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