Nomo Control

I can't read my signature
I can never be that sure
I can't read my signature
I can never be that sure
If I got it, oh if I got it
If I got it
Perfect is a word, not a duty call
I'm on that new programme called "nomo control"
Objective is just some other guy's opinion
I gotta be the Gru, if y'all wanna be the minions
Twenty twenty, I had a haircut like Vector
Twenty one, walked around like J.Lo's backup dancer
Twenty two, thought of us as one, as a crew
Twenty three, I went back to listening to Cream, sad

Make it perfect
Make it fit
Spray lavender on my wrist
Make me feel like a kid

It was always meant to be this fun
From the tenth minute, tenth day of the tenth month
2001, through all the slumps I hope my life ends
Written in the space odysseys of my friends
Every dose of time spent in a slow dance
Lift-off looking like a sci-fi version of Soul Train
Ten thousand people trying to sniff some

Make it perfect
Make it fit
Spray lavender on my wrist
Make me feel like a kid
Make it perfect
Make it fit
Spray lavender on my wrist



Credits
Writer(s): Matěj Luža
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