
Ox Blood Armand Hammer (Ft. Zeroh)
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[Chorus: E L U C I D]
Ox blood, Ox blood
Ox blood, drip hitting licks
Every other time this is it
Spread across the floor she licked
I sipped (I slipped, I slipped)
Ox blood (ox blood), ox blood (ox blood)
Oxblood Drip Hitting Licks
Every other time this is it
Spread across the floor she licked
I sipped
[Verse 1: billy woods]
Fire in the sky, watch the comet
Knew they were coming cause a promises is a promise
Fire purifies, might burn the novice but I've been alive
Coals glowing in the kiln, I never let the fire die
Didn't tell her but I could tell she knew this the last time
Probably knew before me, I needed a sign
Quaffed red wine, bird on the spit stuffed with herbs, tied with twine
Twist above the fire pit, black and gold as a crisp
Ate with our hands, licked the fingertips
The ground thrum like a downed powered line
Your god hid, we fucked by the fireside
Give Caesar what is his, blood on her thighs
Blood on the ground where we lie
Behind us waves crashed against cliffs
Lips dry, watched them climb
Behind us the sea clenched its fists
Ox blood, Ox blood
Ox blood, drip hitting licks
Every other time this is it
Spread across the floor she licked
I sipped (I slipped, I slipped)
Ox blood (ox blood), ox blood (ox blood)
Oxblood Drip Hitting Licks
Every other time this is it
Spread across the floor she licked
I sipped
[Verse 1: billy woods]
Fire in the sky, watch the comet
Knew they were coming cause a promises is a promise
Fire purifies, might burn the novice but I've been alive
Coals glowing in the kiln, I never let the fire die
Didn't tell her but I could tell she knew this the last time
Probably knew before me, I needed a sign
Quaffed red wine, bird on the spit stuffed with herbs, tied with twine
Twist above the fire pit, black and gold as a crisp
Ate with our hands, licked the fingertips
The ground thrum like a downed powered line
Your god hid, we fucked by the fireside
Give Caesar what is his, blood on her thighs
Blood on the ground where we lie
Behind us waves crashed against cliffs
Lips dry, watched them climb
Behind us the sea clenched its fists
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