Fire-crackers in the east, my car parked south, your hands on my cheeks, your shoulder in my mouth, I was up against the wall on the west mezzanine. We rattle this town, we rattle this scene. Oh, Anna Sun,do you know this house is falling apart? What can I say, this house is falling apart. We got no money, but we got our hearts. We’re gonna rattle this ghost town This house is falling apart.
audio posted 1 year ago with 209 notes tagged: MUSIC
reblogged from midtwn
originally by musicallymanic
When it gets loud, I turn it up Shake it like a bad girl up in Harlem When it’s too hot, I light it up Light it up, yeah, smoke em if you got ‘em When it’s too soft, I shake it up Sh-Sh-Sh-Shake it like a bad girl up in Harlem You’re so sweet, but I like it rough Ooh, Light it up, yeah, smoke em if you got ‘em