Art: M. W.
There’s no the line on your horizon
You’re like a lion and a lamb
Is it a tragedy or triumph
You’re so good it’s sick
Why did you swallow down my poison
Now I’m your number one fan
Naked on a desert island
You’re so good it’s sick
And it feels like beautiful madness
Feels like never enough
Don’t you know that you are the baddest
Yeah it feels like a beautiful madness
I just can’t get enough
Don’t you know that you’re leaving me breathless
Now we don’t care ‘bout the cash flow
We gotta another kinda gold
We keep it hot, no tabasco
No sleep, no sleep
Plenty sharks in the ocean
But we still dive deep
Come and take sip of the potion
No sleep, no sleep
And it feels like beautiful madness
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