Lyrics Rolling Stones - AMOS 747

(Nobody loves a party more than Famous Amos)

I used to take with no permission
Remember days I ain't see the vision (Woo)
Don't come round without admission (Woah)
Paranoia my condition
Songs in the Death Note, demons on my back (What?)
Really a pirate, came up off of cracks
Tryna move on but I'm stuck in the past (What?, yea)
She say that she love me, how long do it last? (Yea)
Butterfly doors (Oh)
Bitch of the molly, she touching her toes
Shawty a demon, she sucking my soul
Bro got no heart, he'll kick in your door
Speeding in a spaceship
Went out to the 6ix for a month on a day trip
Heart ran away, now my chest is just vacant
Real rockstars, I can tell when they faking

Rockstar Jeans & Yeezy boots but I could hardly stand (No, no)
Sixth gear, highway to hell, I got my foot on the gas (What?)
Watch my money double up and left that bitch in the past
Said it once, I'll say it twice, I'm strictly focused on cash
Know I be too T'ed up, feel like a titan (Woah)
Why the fuck the room keep on spinning like a tire? (Ha)
Baby girl you knew that you can't trust me, I'm a spider
These voices in my head, more than one, feel like a choir (More than one)

Put up the mask and maintain the facade
I can't let them see through (No, no, no)
Whispers in my head, it's the voice of god
Father god fight away the evil (Yea)
Flying down the 40, high speeds keep me calm (Zoom)
High speed, that's lethal (Wait)
Could go any minute but what are the odds?
Flying in the sky like an eagle (Woah)

Rockstar Jeans & Yeezy boots but I could hardly stand (No)
Sixth gear, highway to hell, I got my foot on the gas
Watch my money double up and left that bitch in the past
Said it once, I'll say it twice, I'm strictly focused on cash
Know I be too T'ed up, feel like a titan (Woah)
Why the fuck the room keep on spinning like a tire?
Baby girl you knew that you can't trust me, I'm a spider (You knew it)
These voices in my head, more than one, feels like a choir (Feel like a choir)