Baby, You're in Luck Songtext

von Apostle of Hustle

Last night I got your letter
It weighed as much as a feather
Your words fly off the screen
Saying shit that you don't mean

Tommy two cocks
Not far from the shore
Will it be all right
If I sleep on the floor?

Baby, you're in luck
Never fever enough
Baby, you're in luck
Never fever enough
Baby, you're in luck

Sit him out on the bast
Young heart in its nest, sad song
French queen on display
Hoping she won't go away
(Nah nah no)
Now she's coming t'ward
And I feel like a sword at my side

Baby, you're in luck
Never fever enough
Baby, you're in luck
Never fever enough

It could be the drugs
Never fever enough
Baby, you're in luck
Never fever enough