• aparajitaapra 5w


    Its a little close to midnight, driving on the street
    The city looks so dead there's a blood rushing down my feet
    Somebody's gotta hold cue
    For the hill view
    As I park the car next to the bar
    Coverup people can see you from far
    Was a voice I heard down the other end
    Cuz the gun point was the price I spend
    To be close to fellony
    Not the whiskey or money
    But a blood at the corner of the mouth
    And his watch was heading to the south
    The strands of hair in the heat of passion
    In the elevator to the parkstreet mansion
    Its my job I do with no regret
    An assasin by profession, emotional disconnect