Cosmic Arcade - The Moon

Humming in the moonlight, not like Roy
Hands in the Ayer, keep the funk alive boy
Sear-, sear-, searching then destroying
Coming from the south, not Croydon
Coiling round your neck, its annoying I know
But hey, we the Cosmic Clan
Thats the way that we roll, Ok
Who sniff that funk in the UK?
(Not You) Ok
Take this bouquet of flowers
And Addison Lee on your way
Got the Moon in my eyes, I’ve got that lunacy
Night vision Splinter Cell
Creeping where you'll never see
Fuck awesome, I'm awful
No afterlife, I'm immortal
Thrilling nigga, leave me alone
Fuck off I'm through the wall
Silver bullet, need to get this wolf heart a bleeding
Start begging and pleading
Pray I'm high or I'm sleeping
Dracula's scared of me,
He's smart he knows we bring the beat like a belting
The Arcade killed off Van Helsing
Tell ‘em, tell ‘em, tell ‘em how how you do it
Took a hit of funk it got us really feeling fluid
Tell ‘em, tell ‘em, tell ‘em how how you do it
Took a hit of funk it got us really feeling fluid
Tell ‘em, tell ‘em, tell ‘em how how you do it
Took a hit of funk it got us really feeling fluid
Tell ‘em, tell ‘em, tell ‘em how how you do it
How you do it, how you do it boy
Tell ‘em how you do it
Dire wolf gnaws gnashing in the face of death
The throne is just a game better pay your debts
I howl O’s at an O in the sky look at that
Claws out with the fangs rolling out with the pack
Rolling out with the pack in the moonlight
Not sucking dick
But we choking up on funk and it feels right
New flights with dudes that like to groove right
Smoke Q right and play right
I’m scribbling this play right like Chekhov, aight!
In the closet with the Nymphodoras 
Call me Remus Lupin
In the dog pound doggy style you can 
Catch me moving 
We moving into something
Know the fangs are coming
When that beat is bumping
Reaping something
Creeping up on fresh flesh
Your heart be drumming
Cold night, moonlight thunder crack lightning
Move tight, might bite looking kinda frightening
Ice breath, sharp teeth licking blood off your face
Sprint out the haze, full speed help? Not a trace
Red like christmas spray blood on the trees
Blood on leaves, but my gaze facing east
You ever heard the footsteps of a satisfied beast?
Walking down the street, with a swagger so sweet

Written by:
Cosmic Arcade

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