to beam

I don't know what you mean, I'm falling asleep, seriously I'm easily bored, okay, everyone, easily bored, okay Give me something I can dance to - beam

When the mellow moon begins to beam, Every night I dream a little dream, And of course Prince Charming is the theme,

When the mellow moon begins to beam, Ev’ry night I dream a little dream, And of course Prince Charming is the theme, The he for me.

Love ends in breaking up, or there something close Your life ends in dying out, or something close Man, it’s so damn interesting, cause I wouldn’t know Only guessing the story’s end, here’s how it goes

I'm looking good, my new dress on me I'll ask the sun to come closer To beam at us more of its warmth The Eid today, today, is mine

When the mellow moon begins to beam Every night I dream a little dream

[Chorus] I can't force your heart to race Can't ask your eyes to beam, yeah Can't bring your lips to say

With bouncy rhythm in harmony Whenever I lighted a candle to beam, Memories drew our hearts nearer

I call me to cut my check Overdosin' off the dope and still ain't feelin' nothin' yet (Okay, okay, okay) (Two to beam up, Scotty) Glock 19 with the red dot beam Fuck rap, when I'm shootin', I'm at my best

On the tip of your tongue that was already stone cold and your moves that were already stone hard Your face that used to beam with smiles, the sound of your heart that used to beat without stopping And your tiny whispers of happiness, all of those were too big a world for me, I guess

Late at night and the cars' headlights Beam to beam on a lonely street Me and you on a rendezvous, running hot

That the light of my life Would tear a hole right through each cloud that scudded by Just to beam on you and I

I got my Glock in my draws As I walk the motherfuckin' track Good to beam up, Scotty I got my Glock in my draws

(Vampin' to the st—) (Damn fools on Orleans, we smoke it easily) (Vampin' to the st—) (Two to beam up, Scotty) (Damn fools on Orleans, we smoke it easily)

You can run but you cannot hide Check the clock, we're running out of time You can run but you cannot hide (Good to beam up, Scotty) Check the clock, we're running out of time

She found a pair of skeletons in the dunes Tryna- Tryna to beam me chock-full of this victimism perjury Think I need a moment 'cause I'm dodging psychic surgery

Moon blue, memories bind like chains When will you come again I wait in darkness just for your bright to beam

So make your wings to shine And make your eyes to beam Make your dark as fire so bright

(I got— I got—) (I got— I got—) (Two to beam up, Scotty) I got nothin' else to say that already ain't been said (Oh no, no)

Moon blue, memories bind like chains When will you come again I wait in darkness just for your bright to beam