Honeymoon, Assassin
Lyrics
D-e-r-e-k Aurelius
I used to walk around like I knew it all
Sith Lord made a bond with the Yuuzhan Vong
To breathe my air you gon have to use a bong
I'm Louis XIV in robes of Lou Vuitton
Two batons get passed when you're fucking with me
Power that sleeps deeper than under the wreath
Other one shines heavy like under the sheath
Gentle as raindrops drip under a leaf
Both have suns and moons
Cold nights and middle Junes
The chill that's in the air
The scent of summer's bloom
I was on top but ended under you
My crown had bust a Cap-u-let me Montague
Your passion was so hot like noon in Honolulu
Sweet sex at 2 am we call that Honeymoon
You looked me in my eyes I knew that I was doomed
I bust a nut again you whine up ala pum
Mi wan fi yuh go boom like shots in Baton Rouge
Whenever you say my name I know I cannot lose
I know it was a fluke, there's nothing we can do
Cocaine on Saturdays I bumped The Weeknd, too
I want to be with you
I've shown and I have proved
In poems where I allude
You know what I can do
You know I'm down to ride
Just say you're in the mood
How you give a kid cake and tell him to eat his food
For years I gave you me that night you gave me you
Equivalent exchange that night I seen the truth
The scratches on my back the scars you can't remove
They burn with every time you fuck another dude
You don't belong to me
But I belong to you
But you belong to them
The cycle isn't new
Hindsight is overdue
The mask has been eschewed
Fuck an elephant nigga Assassin's in the room
Assassin's in the room
Assassin's in the room
Assassin's in the room
Assassin's in the room
Assassin's in the room
Assassin's in the room
You don't belong to me
But I belong to you
But you belong to them
The cycle isn't new
Hindsight is overdue
The mask has been eschewed
Fuck an elephant nigga Assassin's in the room
Fuck all that extra shit
Fuck all that bull shit
Fuck all of that
Right
You wanna make something that's timeless
Then go make it
Go make the music that you want to make
Go be the artist that you want to be
Create what you want to create
Be a creator
That is okay
In any time
Not just this one
Not the one before it
Not the one that comes after it
In any time
Any
Fuck all that bull shit bro
D-e-r-e-k Aurelius
I used to walk around like I knew it all
Sith Lord made a bond with the Yuuzhan Vong
To breathe my air you gon have to use a bong
I'm Louis XIV in robes of Lou Vuitton
Two batons get passed when you're fucking with me
Power that sleeps deeper than under the wreath
Other one shines heavy like under the sheath
Gentle as raindrops drip under a leaf
Both have suns and moons
Cold nights and middle Junes
The chill that's in the air
The scent of summer's bloom
I was on top but ended under you
My crown had bust a Cap-u-let me Montague
Your passion was so hot like noon in Honolulu
Sweet sex at 2 am we call that Honeymoon
You looked me in my eyes I knew that I was doomed
I bust a nut again you whine up ala pum
Mi wan fi yuh go boom like shots in Baton Rouge
Whenever you say my name I know I cannot lose
I know it was a fluke, there's nothing we can do
Cocaine on Saturdays I bumped The Weeknd, too
I want to be with you
I've shown and I have proved
In poems where I allude
You know what I can do
You know I'm down to ride
Just say you're in the mood
How you give a kid cake and tell him to eat his food
For years I gave you me that night you gave me you
Equivalent exchange that night I seen the truth
The scratches on my back the scars you can't remove
They burn with every time you fuck another dude
You don't belong to me
But I belong to you
But you belong to them
The cycle isn't new
Hindsight is overdue
The mask has been eschewed
Fuck an elephant nigga Assassin's in the room
Assassin's in the room
Assassin's in the room
Assassin's in the room
Assassin's in the room
Assassin's in the room
Assassin's in the room
You don't belong to me
But I belong to you
But you belong to them
The cycle isn't new
Hindsight is overdue
The mask has been eschewed
Fuck an elephant nigga Assassin's in the room
Fuck all that extra shit
Fuck all that bull shit
Fuck all of that
Right
You wanna make something that's timeless
Then go make it
Go make the music that you want to make
Go be the artist that you want to be
Create what you want to create
Be a creator
That is okay
In any time
Not just this one
Not the one before it
Not the one that comes after it
In any time
Any
Fuck all that bull shit bro
Writer(s): Vaughn Ephraim, Xavier Rice
Copyright(s): Lyrics © DistroKid
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