[Chorus: Mal Devisa]
Well I’ve made enemies along the ride
I’m afraid I could never be satisfied
But each way that I turn I face ahead
[Refrain: Mal Devisa]
Straight through to your midnight heart
Straight through to your midnight heart
Now you know your soul is dark
Straight through to your midnight heart
[Verse 1: Watsky]
You don’t know the name of like half of these folks
And they’ll be sprinting for the exit the minute you’re broke
A bunch of bobblehead muppets to laugh at your jokes
Wipe your ass and come and give your ego a stroke
I had to break it to you
Sorry buddy, it was time you knew
Nothing you ever said was funny, man the punchline’s you
One time for the palm trees and the sunshine
Two times for the two-timers being unkind
Confined to a small mind, but the fault’s mine
I always keep on crawling back across the San Andreas faultline
I keep on climbing underground to sweat out all my principles in darkness with you in this salt mine
Where we’re all blind, I should fall back, I know all signs say that I should halt
But I golf clap for this false crap
But from now on counterfeit suckers suck on my ballsack
(Alright?)
Well I’ve made enemies along the ride
I’m afraid I could never be satisfied
But each way that I turn I face ahead
[Refrain: Mal Devisa]
Straight through to your midnight heart
Straight through to your midnight heart
Now you know your soul is dark
Straight through to your midnight heart
[Verse 1: Watsky]
You don’t know the name of like half of these folks
And they’ll be sprinting for the exit the minute you’re broke
A bunch of bobblehead muppets to laugh at your jokes
Wipe your ass and come and give your ego a stroke
I had to break it to you
Sorry buddy, it was time you knew
Nothing you ever said was funny, man the punchline’s you
One time for the palm trees and the sunshine
Two times for the two-timers being unkind
Confined to a small mind, but the fault’s mine
I always keep on crawling back across the San Andreas faultline
I keep on climbing underground to sweat out all my principles in darkness with you in this salt mine
Where we’re all blind, I should fall back, I know all signs say that I should halt
But I golf clap for this false crap
But from now on counterfeit suckers suck on my ballsack
(Alright?)
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