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 Lana Del Rey - Velvet Crowbar w/ lyrics on the screen! I do not own anything! If you have any request of video to make than please write a comment below :) lyrics: I was addicted to you, But I didn't know it. You were afflicted by booze, You didn't show it, huh. Life is a velvet crowbar, Hittin' you over the head. You're bleeding but you want more, "This is so like you," I said, "Put yourself on back to bed." You're like crack to me, I don't want to leave, I'm watchin' you sleep, Pray you'll start breathin'. My baby's on his, Eighth life darlin', Stayin' with him, Till the mornin'. You're like crack to me, So fun I can't see. With your golden grill, Your purple dream. My baby's on his, Eighth life darlin'. Gonna watch him, Till the mornin'. I was addicted to you, Didn't wanna blow it. You were a dick with your crew, Always on the road. You wanna touch life so hard, Why can't you give it a rest? You're not that bright for a star, Burned yourself out, nothing left. You're like crack to me, I don't want to leave, I'm watchin' you sleep, Pray you'll start breathin'. My baby's on his, Eighth life darlin', Stayin' with him, Till the mornin'. You're like crack to me, So fun I can't see. With your golden grill, Your purple dream. My baby's on his, Eighth life darlin'. Gonna watch him, Till the mornin'. Styrofome on the microphone, Can't give it up, Can't go it alone. Flame coloured paradise, For you darlin', But death doesn't come, With a warning. Life is a velvet crowbar, Hittin' you over the head. You're bleeding syrup amour, Bleeding to death. You're like crack to me, I don't want to leave, I'm watchin' you sleep, Pray you'll start breathin'. My baby's on his, Eighth life darlin', Stayin' with him, Till the mornin'. You're like crack to me, So fun I can't see. With your golden grill, Your purple dream. My baby's on his, Eighth life darlin'. Gonna watch him, Till the mornin'. (My baby's on his), (Last life, darlin'). (Gonna stay around), (Till morning). (My baby's on his), (Last life, darlin'). (I've got to stick around), (Till morning). | 00:04:07 |
 Lana Del Rey - YOU CAN BE THE BOSS You taste like the fourth of July Malt liquor on your breath, my, my I love you but I don't know why... You can be the boss, daddy You can be the boss Taste like a keg party, back on the sauce I like you a lot, I like you a lot Don't let it stop... You can be the boss, daddy You can be the boss Bad to the bone, sick as a dog You know that I like, like you a lot Don't let it stop... He had a cigarette with his number on it He gave it over to me, "do you want it?" I knew it was wrong but I palmed it I saved it, I waited, I called it The liquor on your lips, the liquor on your lips The liquor on your lips makes you dangerous I knew it was wrong, I'm beyond it I tried to be strong but I lost it. You taste like the fourth of July Malt liquor on your breath, my, my... You can be the boss, daddy You can be the boss Taste like a keg party, back on the sauce I like you a lot, I like you a lot Don't let it stop... You can be the boss, daddy You can be the boss Bad to the bone, sick as a dog You know that I like, like you a lot Don't let it stop... He has a white corvette like I want it A fire in his eyes, no, I saw it He's bleeding from his brain and his wallet He's sick and he's taken but honest The liquor on your lips, the liquor on your lips The liquor on his lips I just can't resist As close as I'll get to the darkness He tells me to "shut up, I got this." You taste like the fourth of July Malt liquor on your breath, my, my... You can be the boss, daddy You can be the boss Taste like a keg party, back on the sauce I like you a lot, I like you a lot Don't let it stop... You can be the boss, daddy You can be the boss Bad to the bone, sick as a dog You know that I like, like you a lot Don't let it stop... I need you, I need you baby Like I never needed anyone You're wrong but you're so much fun You say you treat 'em mean to keep 'em keen - you're not that nice But you taste like the fourth of July Malt liquor on your breath, my, my... You can be the boss, daddy You can be the boss Taste like a keg party, back on the sauce I like you a lot, I like you a lot Don't let it stop... You can be the boss, daddy You can be the boss Bad to the bone, sick as a dog You know that I like, like you a lot Don't let it stop... | 00:03:12 |
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