Lyrics:
La da da, the look of lust, yo, yo
Pleasure is a must
I'm sleepin' here with lust
Scenes of ménages with Asian massages
Sin is the scent of my
make me wanna die
All of these things make me wanna hide
Hide in
Hideout
Hide in
Hideout
When there's no hideout
take the high road
into stormy weather
keep on longing
keep on coming
all the way back to you
When there's no hideout
take
In a secret hideout
We find our escape
The trees stood no chance
With their landscape
With quiet laughter
We see what we should not find
The tools
Breach the line
We hope you find your war
It is what we came here for
Climbed myself into the hideout
And burnt it down
Be my war
Curl yourself into
You can't love an artist
Without becoming a muse
Without reliving your heartache
In the other person's shoes
You can't love an artist
Cause they only
distances transfigure
like transparent dragonflies
extinct forgotten species
lurking for ages in lethargic hideouts
leap from obelisks
like gleaming
Find myself in Hideout City,
Somebody's driving this bucket of bolts.
The brakes are shot so we get in kinda early,
Smoking the map we were told
She's got everything she needs
She's an artist, she don't look back
She's got everything she needs
She's an artist, she don't look back
She can take
Baby drive down by the lake
You know that old back road
The one that leads right straight
To our old hideout cove
I need to drown out this old
She's got everything she needs
She's an artist she don't look back
She's got everything she needs
She's an artist she don't look back
She can take
Ohhh woahh
(Shoutout EBayman)
Mmmm
I think I'm bound to find it
The way to make my art live
But fear comes uninvited
My two hideouts, two hideouts
Sets you free
Now let me take my distance
We are alone
So save your sentimental considerations
For the moment when it hits
No hideout, no safe
aligned
Yes I built this from day one
But it was never my design
Gonna kill Love when I find her hideout
Gonna pretend I'm brave
Gonna kill Love once I
Tune me in to the wild side of life
I'm an innocent young child sharp as a knife
Take me to the garretts where the artists have died
Show me
of depression
Life's falling over and crashing
Your heart burns through life lava
And rapes your problem solver, now go
[Chorus]
A hideout
Manifest
The Earth spinnin' like a windmill
Workin' ya swords, get ya link down
Hit down, cavalry ain't shit now
Valerie, number one Asian, ancient from the pink
deformed shapes signs of death
A metallic hiss resounds on me
From the depth of the earth in the dark from beyond
This is the hideout of evil
There's
He's got everything he needs, he's an artist, he don't look back
He's got everything he needs, he's an artist, and he don't look back
He can take
We are the artists
We are the artists
Picasso Da Vinci Cezanne
Rembrandt Velazquez Kandinsky
Monet Michelangelo Van Eyck
Turner Durer Caravaggio
We
to my hideout
Cause I'm smokin' that spinach
And stayin' strong to the finish
And then I ride out
See you on the freeway, sorry baby
But I gotta call my
Funk Mobb)
And when it's funk, the pump'll spit them double-aughts
So what you doin' when we roll through your hideout? (hideout, hideout, hideout
with me
The moon's reflection off the lake hit me
You should've stayed with me
Now many Asian bitches lay with me
The face is silky like a tablecloth
Tune me in to the wild side of life
I'm an innocent young child sharp as a knife
Take me to the garretts where the artists have died
Show me
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