Texty:
Bright Eyes Hot Knives

I do wrong, I am with God, she thought When I feel lost, I am not at all So give me black light, so give me hot knives On a dance floor, no one tells

I am with God, she thought When I feel lost I am not at all So give me Black Light (Give Give me) So give me Hot Knives (Deep Clean sleep) On a dance

wrong I am with God, she thought When I feel lost I am not at all So give me Black Light (Give Give me) So give me Hot Knives (Deep Clean sleep) On a

wasn't worth a dime Crips with no lifes, where I spend my time One up top, steady hot, and now for one time Bright and wise, Blow a 9, pullin' knives