Blackout (Yann McAuley Remix) Video (MV)

Bands
Bands

Reeeeeeeeemiiiiiiiiix!

Stanstro
Who can withstand truth in a fluidly spanned opus?
Move and advance through the illusions of grandiose scenes (to)
The fans hoping (who?)
The fans hope (Stanstro)

Signing off with text beyond measure
With a picture perfect, illicit, versatile, lit, pristine flow
Whipping cursive, a spinning dervish, via Yasiin flow
Light as the flight of the highest seen peregrine flow
Easy as breeze on an evening in Pasaden- flow
Rock your body with shots of sake
Vodka, Bacardi
Or catching an Ali combi- while the crowd's rowdily shouting
"Bomaye ('ye)"
Streaux gets carried away with
The style of rhyming promised to bring a mami from wildly winding
To grinding
Holly got the guy reclining
Under the low lights, hips roll right, 'til I hop behind then

Bang

Got her on all fours
Body all lore
For the bounce back, I crouch back then load, then
Bang
Serve up the Daggett throw-la-deluxe
Let the heat blow then re-up
Let the heat stroke just seize her then redux
Bang
When the sheet's soaked, I ease up
And proceed to decede from the scene for the eve when her ink soaks our pre-nup

I'm sleek, bruh (Stanstro)
I'm sleek, bruh (Sleek, bruh)
BLM or be sniped
BLM or BLM or BLM or be sniped

F*ck every deviance
Motherf*ck cheek conceding, that sh!t ceased with T. Rice