Lyrics

Verse 1: (Darko the Super) If it takes all night, then it takes all night Darko goes on when Darko feels right Out on a hell bent journey, wheeled off on the gurney It's my turn, see no one can burn me, sit back and learn the Ways the fuck this'll unfold So don't stop till the whistle blows, grist up your nose bone Lo and behold, you act like three year olds Three dollar bills real, meal deals for two Don't get that on the first date, or else you'll be a sucker who? Ain't getting groovy tonight, but droopy eyed groovy delights Rock a magic mic, sparkling gold Too hot to hold, too cold to handle My lyrics wind throughout your candle Like my friend, they call him Murdoch Solving mysteries like Sherlock Like how do the birds drop from the sky? I bet a man in an insane asylum on a distant island knows exactly why But he hasn't talked in years That is, until you walked in unison If I don't, if I don't have you She was 5'4, he was 10'2 Serving me lunch at the venue What's on the menu? Chorus: My arms bent back My arms, my arms, in the black lodge My arms, my arms, my arms bend back My arms, my arms, drive a white Dodge My arms, my arms, my arms bend back My arms, my arms, in the Black Lodge My arms, my arms, my arms bend back My arms, my arms, drive a white Dodge My arms, my arms Verse 2: (Height Keech) Tab was a popular drink, but not now We pushed the amps up to the brink and got loud The triple six set was coming. Cool but got fouled Cops started spraying mace Swinging clubs at the crowds I can't stand at a standstill Tom McDonald's CD's landing all in the landfill When it's time to rock the damn bill We don't need Skull Snaps, Rap Adapter, or a man drill We don't even need Donovan neither Unless we're talking Don Dazer, John Blaze, the bomb feature Cause then it's on like fluorescent lights at Motel 6 The mode is sick, we can propel quick Up on Bathtub Mill The Vox falls through the walk, but floor is through the freak Without pausing to stop, LED light schemes beam out on the lawn and the roof Slides back to reveal the whole John, producer Michael can't clock the way I'm living If you're with to hit the oak tree and tiger yellow ribbon My arms bend back to a crazy degree That's why we wear shirts and jackets so nobody could See my arms span back Chorus: My arms bend back My arms, my arms, in the black lodge My arms, my arms, my arms bend back My arms, my arms, drive a white Dodge My arms, my arms, my arms bend back My arms, my arms, in the Black Lodge My arms, my arms, my arms bend back My arms, my arms, drive a white Dodge My arms, my arms