Sticky Fingers

dark techno, french pop, dark trap, experimental, psychedelic, glitch, female vocals, special effects

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April 10, 2025 at 5:47 PMv4

[Verse]
He was the last-born son of a bad bad man
Born in the dirt with a gun in his hand
His mother she tried but his daddy had a plan
She was all out of hope when the boy turned ten

[Verse 2]
There was no turning back and no way out
The father raised the son like he was raising hell
He made the boy steal for his food and clothes
He made the boy run when the blue lights glowed

[Chorus]
He had sticky fingers and a heart of gold
You could never catch him 'cause he was too damn bold
You can keep your money and you can keep your fame
All he ever wanted was to make you say his name

[Verse 3]
In the dark of night he was the only light
He was one step left when you thought he went right
You could smell the leather and feel his breath
When you turned around all you could say was yes

[Verse 4]
They had no choice but to let him go
They thought he was the devil but he had a soul
He gave his money to the orphaned and sick
And then he would vanish like he was a magic trick

[Verse] He was the last-born son of a bad bad man Born in the dirt with a gun in his hand His mother she tried but his daddy had a plan She was all out of hope when the boy turned ten [Verse 2] There was no turning back and no way out The father raised the son like he was raising hell He made the boy steal for his food and clothes He made the boy run when the blue lights glowed [Chorus] He had sticky fingers and a heart of gold You could never catch him 'cause he was too damn bold You can keep your money and you can keep your fame All he ever wanted was to make you say his name [Verse 3] In the dark of night he was the only light He was one step left when you thought he went right You could smell the leather and feel his breath When you turned around all you could say was yes [Verse 4] They had no choice but to let him go They thought he was the devil but he had a soul He gave his money to the orphaned and sick And then he would vanish like he was a magic trick [Chorus] He had sticky fingers and a heart of gold You could never catch him 'cause he was too damn bold You can keep your money and you can keep your fame All he ever wanted was to make you say his name