Tuesday, February 12, 2019

Information Lyrics

Cronies pop the window
all get paid the same
Homie illness signal sell an imitation
Basic. Based on haste and usability
Patience, paint performs in isolation
Very portrait, care for chores and carry
Extra more, excellent sensation
Plotted footsteps, embers fade & die away
Oh goodness stoney pwn the obligation

Cronies not myself tho
Pop the waiting game
David Blaine the way a minor ill condition
(can) pupate to taste the ice of bland anxiety
(and) circulate the brain a useless rumination
Forty hour paranoia every week
Keep an eye for creeps it's a third vocation
Pop a turmoil the burnt ones they blurted
"I plan to blow the moles n nary hesitation"

Cronies long fuse
But poeple they be trying
Pop the Dandelion before the pollination
Talcum, still they rub the wrong way
Fellow got casual shell like a crustacean
Mates put the weights on tonally
Absorb totally, a shaky Intonation
Born hopeless as bacteria
Food pyramid never meant as much as location

Cronies not myself.. Help I flying low
Climate cloudy and the ocean hella information
Not looking good tonight, Bobby
I gotta watch the indication
Propane is useless.
Meh, I dig the tanks for flotation
Stoney got no supplies to work with
Cronies on the task share the frustration

Ten Lyrics

August seventeenth
It might be a normal day from the way he brush his teeth
Hit the commons
hit the subway east
Hit the bus
pay the fee
6am
punch the clock
And then once he's off
Try to find time to eat before he sleep
Sleep
Sleep
Sleep


Eighteenth
Dropped his breakfast in the kitchen sink
And didn't eat
And it's raining, stepped in a puddle crossing the street

Really set a table for the illness to come eat but when he get off he sleep
Sleep

Nineteenth now
Find a new way to not grind teeth down
A nervous habit that'll fight each try
So deep he does while he sleep now
Sleep

And
It's like him alone cuz he fighting within
With the ice in he dome him a gripe to redeem

And No one is a likely listen with the mice in his home he might be insane

Might be a day sometime when he get better however many hours in the mind game

Unchanged for current time being; fuckers spy on he, Ugly fuck on ID

Never guilty
only couple debt to pay
Devil may
6 Day a week
But on the final day before he drifting off to dream
he gotta
Catch the mystique
Opposing beings each within a funky beat
Wrestling deities in the mind state right before sleep

Sam Pill Lyrics

Mmm..
Who would them like?
Bartender says "please take what you like!"
Them want piano man
You wet them ski mask again my friend
Them need you at home
Them to the dome serenade in the night
You know that it's right
Sunniest eyes closed in America
Givem the bard
And the two bottle of jack or you're jarred
This is a stickup
don't nobody get up
Or even consider to save the musician
Everybody else out the club with the hands up like high shelves
and get on back to the town
This their establishment now

Laugh at You Lyrics

You, you, ya wake up
Daily born into a world that's made up
and it's you against the voice inside that watches and (laughs at you)
And it's a bother, I mean always hearing things you wish you wouldn't a thought of but you
Don't even really notice it anymore;
another ritual born that (laughs at you)

Like, yeah, it's okay in a sinners own way it
evolves Atelier
So it's worth it
Sometimes
No I take that back
You know it's something
"You know it's nothing"
Said two pigs with straw stick lumber
Tell them it occurred this way
Done scared away Miss muffet
Terrified and effin frightened of personal hells like making a fool outa yourself or just answering the phone
Or things logically false like you still think that a stranger just (laughs at you)

Creme of the thought, disorder goes wild, they on memes on their phones so you feel like a child but you're eating alone in a booth on the side and the people at home said nobody (laughs at you)

Rhubarb Lyrics

Wake up on another one
Don't want to done what I shoulda done
Left habit that had had to have had every hour
My head is a basket.. with bags n bags of flour
Shower from my cloud of my cloud of
Bananas how I'm bandit for who I'm is
And i planted myself

Angst.. oop, my hunger hun
All I want is to be left alunn
Stun, bzz bzz they don't get it
Don't care what I want
Huh.. I go up on my own
Never never go bot
And I ever not not (myself)

Redneck trash
In my city step on my cash
Ass ass ass ass ass ass ass
Gelatin flakes gelatin flakes
Best get out my face
Gave me a buddy I gave him the brakes
Benjamin mutt
Anaheim grape
Bam
Genuine me and it fades
bling bling as I'm breaking myself

Damn a lot of rain
I share a Coke wit my sugar addiction
Bitchin
Mental mate
Super super absolute who has got a better way?
They.. give a one about one?
Nah
Drummer sound wit a truly not myself

Writing Prompt Lyrics

Look into the psyche
You can see me as a frightened you might find me-
Find the light I shine in looking glass
Might you pry my mind and find a hiding crookie back
"Aaaa-ah" he screams, shoulder bared and arm of cover
Cries out "you mean harm to me lover!"
Spineless and insecure in any mood he in
Cant reaffirm enough to make a sghetti noodle stiff
Frustrating, yah the man crushproof
Woman like him likely runnin after what's good
Tell him
Don't care for the scum who be can't feel nothing anytime and then turn
Do the happy ass away
And after that the guy would then have nothing else to say
Putting him away
You didn't see the ugly fucker in a box
The things he do would make you shudder in your socks
And
I be dreaming it
I'd be leaving if
I were meeting him
Gee
Made me wonder if my lover easy sleep
I woke her up and played this song on repeat
And then I asked her "if you ever find a part of me you hate will you jump coup?"
She said "look, I know you're fucked up but our love is crushproof"

Follow You Down Lyrics

Baby let me follow you down
Eh, Give me another one
I needed more of the same thing..
Duggar fuck
Baby Adam sadly Not Myself
I put that on the shelf
Why tho?
Never know like yes man

Baby let me follow you down
My heart can burn up a tum
I do a god almighty anything
Rick Vaughn Schmidt
Pitch, God almighty
Baby gotta drink that ish
Baby let me follow you down
Eh Give up another one

Bobby set harmonica down
Baby let me sample it
Sample need pampering
That's a lot I gotta do
Pitch shift I'm a laboror
Manpower
I don't write on stationary
Words horsepower

Baby let me follow you down
Eh, gimme an evening
Cotton polyester gown
Pillow, down
Sugar scrub, witch brew potion
Aloe lotion
Baby let me follow you down
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