Moist - Pleasing Falsetto Lyrics
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Pleasing Falsetto
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What Are The Lyrics For Pleasing Falsetto By Moist?
Heat is rising and the weight is on top of me
We've been smoking and we got so high Can't imagine that there's anyone stopping me We got the devil in mind Already they're all over me Can't say that I don't want it And she cried Well what did you think I would do When you lied And what did you think it would prove All this time Now everything's all over you She got the devil in mind So we borrowed what we never would undertake Can't imagine what the gun was for For one second well I thought we might hesitate We got the devil in store Alright now they're all over me Can't say that I don't need it And she cried Well what did you think I would do When you lied And what did you think it would prove All this time Now everything's all over you She got the devil in mind And she cried Well what did you think I would do When you lied And what did you think it would prove All this time Now everything's all over you She got the devil in mind Heat is rising and the weight is on top of me We've been smoking and we got so high Can't imagine that there's anyone stopping me We got the devil in mind |
Who Wrote Pleasing Falsetto By Moist?
David Usher, Jeffrey Howard Pearce, Kevin Thompson Young, Mark Andrew Makowy, Paul Matthew Wilcox
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What's The Duration Of The Pleasing Falsetto By Moist?The duration of Pleasing Falsetto is 4:15 minutes and seconds. |
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