V.A.M.O.

By Shaire Blythe

Sunday, December 29, 2013

 

V.A.M.O.

(Vodka, Amsterdam, Moskato & Others)

 

Jhene said she may have got way too high, gazing up at the night skies,

I want this night to last forever and be remembered,

I hold no paper between my fingertips, but let me see that bottle and have a sip,

 

And I… Well shall I, rest my head where it falls,

On your shoulder, it’s much colder,

I don’t like the feeling that’s taking me over, So goodnight,

And the lights fade out, but the crowd’s still around,

I am not one of them,

 

Don’t ask me what I took, I really don’t know,

And I really don’t care, Just wanted to go somewhere,

Go and get lost, Forget the bullshit, On some new shit, But I give this guy his props,

 

He did a good job mixing up this drink,

While another brother is tearing me at the seams,

This night has come way to fast to an end,

I don’t wanna go nowhere, I am not going anywhere, I stand my ground,

 

There’s not much else to say, I’m staying,

Until I see the sun rise,