Phaideaux Said
In my dreams when I hit the wall
I stomp so hard but then I wake up in a hall
Lights all shine white and bright
I could swim in my sweat you know that's right
Cause I always been fragrant and a wreck
And u could be the one that I bite on the neck
Slowly feeling my veins collide again
Life is short remember fuck your lie campaign
Jumpy Beans would like to start up the trouble
Think of ways to spit fire in the jungle
The words of expedition could be fine
But the beam headed bitch crawls up on the side
Light hump hump is the way to go these days
We could make a heat pump to rezonate
Mostly I am a fucker with a soul who likes
To grab your tighs and go more south side
If your bones could fly again
Grab my arm and runaway from dept
Here goes my spy
Who can call me when I am inside
The motherland got bad words for your mom, it's not that hard to be funk
felony broken out against a punk
All of you are just wicked fucked up junk
Wicker mockery baby I can't leave you drunk
Proof of an every day soul like me
I left my love in a place where you can feel
If your bones could fly again
Grab my arm and runaway from dept
I hate myself for you
Give me something deja vu
Little animals
Eaten by the cannibals
I prate in the comfy tubes
And I shut up when you flash your boobs
If your bones could fly again
Grab my arm and runaway from dept
I stomp so hard but then I wake up in a hall
Lights all shine white and bright
I could swim in my sweat you know that's right
Cause I always been fragrant and a wreck
And u could be the one that I bite on the neck
Slowly feeling my veins collide again
Life is short remember fuck your lie campaign
Jumpy Beans would like to start up the trouble
Think of ways to spit fire in the jungle
The words of expedition could be fine
But the beam headed bitch crawls up on the side
Light hump hump is the way to go these days
We could make a heat pump to rezonate
Mostly I am a fucker with a soul who likes
To grab your tighs and go more south side
If your bones could fly again
Grab my arm and runaway from dept
Here goes my spy
Who can call me when I am inside
The motherland got bad words for your mom, it's not that hard to be funk
felony broken out against a punk
All of you are just wicked fucked up junk
Wicker mockery baby I can't leave you drunk
Proof of an every day soul like me
I left my love in a place where you can feel
If your bones could fly again
Grab my arm and runaway from dept
I hate myself for you
Give me something deja vu
Little animals
Eaten by the cannibals
I prate in the comfy tubes
And I shut up when you flash your boobs
If your bones could fly again
Grab my arm and runaway from dept
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Writer(s): Botond Juhasz
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