In the garage yeah I'm freezing like arctic
You know
I'm chilled out and toasty like
Mrs Claude before the Pole
Coal In my hands
And in my pocket
I put it in my bad safe
And I grab the key and lock it
What's ya style
Is that not how you like it?
Bad boy boy toy
Leaving on a rocket
Making hearts with the smoke
Pour that ball and grab that choke
This ain't a joke
It's a garage
Why you think this is mirage
Im sleepin
Sun down
In a cold bold town
Where the old people
Ride a bus to church
Let em sing and shout
Til their backs go out
This is life wake up
It ain't a mirage
Wake up and there's nobody there
Three letters
I got a case of the cold bitter and bare
Grab my heat out of the safe
And then I find a cozy space
And then I find a nosy trace
I didn't know a trashy place
Can be the garage
Imma dodge like Jackie
Get out like Jordan
Never leave a trace
I scoot to find my place
And then erase
What I did in the past
It wasn't much
But it's enough
To let my head feel like an ass
Let's just hope that doesn't last
That Hancock
Lookin very sickening
I was feelin real sick and then
That ga helped that J a m e s feel like a
Dick again
Sun down
In a cold bold town
Where the old people
Ride a bus to church
Let em sing and shout
Til their backs go out
This is life wake up
It ain't a mirage
Run away but don't turn back
But I will promise that your narrow ass
Will be here gen someday
And then you'll wonder how it happened
Like I said it's a mirage
Because one day you'll come to realize
You'll be in the garage
Let him out
Buckelo - Mirage Lyrics
Buckelo - Mirage Lyrics
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In the garage yeah I'm freezing like arctic
You know
I'm chilled out and toasty like
Mrs Claude before the Pole
Coal In my hands
And in my pocket
I put it in my bad safe
And I grab the key and lock it
What's ya style
Is that not how you like it?
Bad boy boy toy
Leaving on a rocket
Making hearts with the smoke
Pour that ball and grab that choke
This ain't a joke
It's a garage
Why you think this is mirage
Im sleepin
Sun down
In a cold bold town
Where the old people
Ride a bus to church
Let em sing and shout
Til their backs go out
This is life wake up
It ain't a mirage
Wake up and there's nobody there
Three letters
I got a case of the cold bitter and bare
Grab my heat out of the safe
And then I find a cozy space
And then I find a nosy trace
I didn't know a trashy place
Can be the garage
Imma dodge like Jackie
Get out like Jordan
Never leave a trace
I scoot to find my place
And then erase
What I did in the past
It wasn't much
But it's enough
To let my head feel like an ass
Let's just hope that doesn't last
That Hancock
Lookin very sickening
I was feelin real sick and then
That ga helped that J a m e s feel like a
Dick again
Sun down
In a cold bold town
Where the old people
Ride a bus to church
Let em sing and shout
Til their backs go out
This is life wake up
It ain't a mirage
Run away but don't turn back
But I will promise that your narrow ass
Will be here gen someday
And then you'll wonder how it happened
Like I said it's a mirage
Because one day you'll come to realize
You'll be in the garage
Let him out
You know
I'm chilled out and toasty like
Mrs Claude before the Pole
Coal In my hands
And in my pocket
I put it in my bad safe
And I grab the key and lock it
What's ya style
Is that not how you like it?
Bad boy boy toy
Leaving on a rocket
Making hearts with the smoke
Pour that ball and grab that choke
This ain't a joke
It's a garage
Why you think this is mirage
Im sleepin
Sun down
In a cold bold town
Where the old people
Ride a bus to church
Let em sing and shout
Til their backs go out
This is life wake up
It ain't a mirage
Wake up and there's nobody there
Three letters
I got a case of the cold bitter and bare
Grab my heat out of the safe
And then I find a cozy space
And then I find a nosy trace
I didn't know a trashy place
Can be the garage
Imma dodge like Jackie
Get out like Jordan
Never leave a trace
I scoot to find my place
And then erase
What I did in the past
It wasn't much
But it's enough
To let my head feel like an ass
Let's just hope that doesn't last
That Hancock
Lookin very sickening
I was feelin real sick and then
That ga helped that J a m e s feel like a
Dick again
Sun down
In a cold bold town
Where the old people
Ride a bus to church
Let em sing and shout
Til their backs go out
This is life wake up
It ain't a mirage
Run away but don't turn back
But I will promise that your narrow ass
Will be here gen someday
And then you'll wonder how it happened
Like I said it's a mirage
Because one day you'll come to realize
You'll be in the garage
Let him out
Writer: James Buckel
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