like This could be the night That everything was right It feels so perfect And were all we want to hear right now This could be the night It feels so perfect
It feels so perfect I just hope I'm not oblivious Hey yeah Hey yeah Hey yeah Hey yeah Oblivious Hey yeah Hey yeah Hey yeah Hey yeah (Perfect...feels so perfect
in the doom prepare for Satan We facing a situation while I'm drunk and scared Heavily sedated wonder will I make it to the pearly gates Or will I burn
'll ain't shxt for me to come back from. [beat changes] [Drake: talking] Ooooohhh! Yes! I'd like to take this opportunity to formally welcome you to this extravaganza that I call Comeback Season
your lives cry to my sky and plummets drink Beating heart of the oasis taste it sacred thirsty subtle sweet Perfect puddles deep sleep for worthy burning
: This bitter season, colder than reason Our obvious hearts still burn Where?s your passion? Is it just fashion? Yet struck by a star as they burn So
to the top of yours lungs And the bells done rung and the crowd can't hear you And all that I can see is a building burning I just gotta rescue my baby
doom, prepare for Satan So we facing a situation while I'm drunk and scared Heavily sedated wonder will I make it to the pearly gates Or will I burn
gather clouds? When did understanding Start closing down? One day it seemed right Then tomorrow it was gone (It was gone) Oh yeah the lovelight (Lovelight) Burned down too far Burned
the middle of a fire, scotch and burn him, let's overheat him Really mistreat him, let's Rodney King him and over beat him MJG is the reason, yo' season needed seasonal
A few degrees closer to the sun we'd disintegrate A few degrees further, we'd freeze The axis of the earth is tilted at a perfect 23 degree angle And
led us astray for the last time. Burn. All bets are off. Ia??ll watch the heartless burn. Tomorrow dawn will be alight with our burning bridges. All
This is the season when, this is the season when everybody's leaving Take the push into the great unknown With all the strangers who were lost on their own This is the season
God's quasar So why try and stay around this hell 12 tho from all the 12 tribes in Israel They call me Ishmael, lord of the seas! I take your life quick
burn high to keep your spliff lit Everybody spread, love nobody talk shit Now how you get don't fret 'cause that's the best yet Adjust your set perfect
the middle of a fire, scotch and burn him, overheat him Really mistreat him, let's Rodney King him and over beat him MJG is the reason yo season needed seasonal
(Chorus) Yo, perfection, flawless, masterpiece, no mistake back in the eighteen hundreds, I was burned at the stake (I am the wordsmith) metaphor mephastopales
