Midnight Affliction - Party Music Lyrics

Place, I say
With a motherf*cking blade
Pray shall done
Living thought the f*cking blade
I'ma think about it
When the pression
Really boring
But a place on race
Leaping through the f*cking plain
Person, face
Really gets on fame?
Preesh on fake
But I get some blame
Lyric think about it
When a pleasant term
But a lesson made
What you get son?

Phases done
What I get son?
Place your turn
Will I get some fame?
Really think about it
When I get some fame
Really think about it
When I get some blame

I don't really think it
But the heat and hit another
Vault affective
What to get
And what to press
When I'ma lost on
Place, amaze
And wanna
Place amaze
And wanna
Licking to the bone
Food is on, trust us
Rather dash both lost
Shure a loose both, us
And listen to pit aye
Prison, deceive, decay

Place, I say
With a motherf*cking blade
Pray shall done
Living thought the f*cking blade
I'ma think about it
When the pression
Really boring
But a place on race
Leaping through the f*cking plain
Person, face
Really gets on fame?
Preesh on fake
But I get some blame
Lyric think about it
When a pleasant term
Or a lesson made
What you get son made?
But a really psychopathic
Wish on pushing never land
And wishing pushing lost land
Premonition of death?
Population of less?
Proper nation of bless?
Oh cast this
I'll play to f*ck you
To you
To f*ck you
Oh cast this
I'll play to f*ck you

Place, I say
With a motherf*cking blade
Pray shall done
Living thought the f*cking blade
I'ma think about it
When the pression
Really boring
But please don't say
Will I get some fame
To you