Honey (feat. Chinese Man)
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Here is another way of demonstrating active color mixture
Why not? Might just gotta try it out
Why not? Might just gotta try it out
Why not? I just might just gotta try it out
Try it out, why not?
Try it out
Folklore summons coming from the farthest reaches, sound the horn, ha
Hoards for the stomping of the scorched earth harvest of the corn, ha
Gather round, gather round
Call to the lost and the found
And he wears a five-spiked crown, tell 'em
From the top of the cerebellum
Initiate the god sequence
M-L-D come to officiate the off-seeing
Slick hawking but I'm not Steven
Serve a swerved curveball, topspin like Venus or Serena Williams
Showing millions and millions of fine filaments simmering
In the path of the Mistral, Marseille to Languedoc, ha
Forecast gale force non-stop
Better summon all your flock to the rock when the bomb drops, blah
Why? Why not? Try it out
Ayo, why? Why not? Try it out
Gather round, gather round
Call to the lost and the found
And he wears a five-spiked crown, tell 'em
From the top of the cerebellum
Thick honey-glazed symphony
Sun rays glisten on the surface of the ancient sea
Wind whistles over waves like a melody
Age of the centipede
M-L-D, coming through your city, murder them gently
Got plenty, plenty bangers and the natty bottles
Just to make your fatty wobble wrote it like a trashy novel
Yeah, we keep it knocking like a sassy brothel
Eat Pakistani waffles, I see you've swallowed all the tangy awful
Soon or later get your granny ogled wearing these new brandy goggles
Sing it like a modern day gospel a la Andy Warhol
Go pick up your sandy golf ball
Why? Why not? Try it out
Ayo, why? Why not? Try it out
Can you tell me why? Why not? Try it out
Why not?
You just gotta try it out
Why not?
I just might just gotta try it out
Folklore summons coming from the farthest reaches, sound the horn
Hoards for the harvest of the corn
Stomping the lawn to build the foundation
Uh, calm is the sea
As he holds a handful of pomegranate seeds
Still water runs deep, low-tide coast-liner
Part-time ghostwriter, full time gold miner
Old timer, still hate a 'po-niner'
Co-sign a deal to hit 'em with the clothes-liner
Iron out the ting, heads are now about to ring
Slept on the announcement yo, a Jester cannot joust a king
Ayo, why? Why not? Try it out
Ayo, why? Why not? Try it out
Can you tell me why? Why not? Try it out
Here is another way of demonstrating active color mixture
Why not? Might just gotta try it out
Why not? Might just gotta try it out
Why not? I just might just gotta try it out
Try it out, why not?
Try it out
Folklore summons coming from the farthest reaches, sound the horn, ha
Hoards for the stomping of the scorched earth harvest of the corn, ha
Gather round, gather round
Call to the lost and the found
And he wears a five-spiked crown, tell 'em
From the top of the cerebellum
Initiate the god sequence
M-L-D come to officiate the off-seeing
Slick hawking but I'm not Steven
Serve a swerved curveball, topspin like Venus or Serena Williams
Showing millions and millions of fine filaments simmering
In the path of the Mistral, Marseille to Languedoc, ha
Forecast gale force non-stop
Better summon all your flock to the rock when the bomb drops, blah
Why? Why not? Try it out
Ayo, why? Why not? Try it out
Gather round, gather round
Call to the lost and the found
And he wears a five-spiked crown, tell 'em
From the top of the cerebellum
Thick honey-glazed symphony
Sun rays glisten on the surface of the ancient sea
Wind whistles over waves like a melody
Age of the centipede
M-L-D, coming through your city, murder them gently
Got plenty, plenty bangers and the natty bottles
Just to make your fatty wobble wrote it like a trashy novel
Yeah, we keep it knocking like a sassy brothel
Eat Pakistani waffles, I see you've swallowed all the tangy awful
Soon or later get your granny ogled wearing these new brandy goggles
Sing it like a modern day gospel a la Andy Warhol
Go pick up your sandy golf ball
Why? Why not? Try it out
Ayo, why? Why not? Try it out
Can you tell me why? Why not? Try it out
Why not?
You just gotta try it out
Why not?
I just might just gotta try it out
Folklore summons coming from the farthest reaches, sound the horn
Hoards for the harvest of the corn
Stomping the lawn to build the foundation
Uh, calm is the sea
As he holds a handful of pomegranate seeds
Still water runs deep, low-tide coast-liner
Part-time ghostwriter, full time gold miner
Old timer, still hate a 'po-niner'
Co-sign a deal to hit 'em with the clothes-liner
Iron out the ting, heads are now about to ring
Slept on the announcement yo, a Jester cannot joust a king
Ayo, why? Why not? Try it out
Ayo, why? Why not? Try it out
Can you tell me why? Why not? Try it out
Credits
Writer(s): Adam Michael Simmons, Matthieu Di Stefano, Jonathan Busson, Sylvain Pierre Alain Langlet, Benjamin Bambach, Maik Schindler
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