This is ridiculous, I have a sickness
The grass is always greener, I say f*ck it burn the picket fence
Pestilence, eyes rolled back, pure masculine
Moody little bitches I'm foreseeing you some estrogen
Always keep you wet see, mermaid pussy
Ever seen the movie kids, no legs don't push me
I am making sculptures, you are using plaster
Screaming while you're dreaming, emcees need a dream catcher
You're not in my mind, you can't get the concept
You're not on my level, you might need a dub step
Walking to the death, not walking with the cleft,
Lip, sharp as an arrow tip, I'm just so sick of it
The smell is your upper lip,
And I'm jacking off a sparrow while I'm crashing a pirate ship,
Slow as molasses, quick as a whip
This beat's a filthy toilet, and I'm the f*cking shit
Rollin' up some grass on the beat, huh
Nothin' on ya feet kinda sweet, huh
Nothin' one love gettin' high up as the stars at night
My feet rock steady, my heart beat savvy
My well ran dry, had no luck at the levy
I'm lyrically a genius like Fergie and Jesus
It's like a lightning bolt just hit the tip of my penis
The opposite of clean is, parallel with my style
One sip away from runnin' round with my pants down
Apparently I'm underground, sound breaking barriers
Everybody take up a danger area
I got a feelin' this beat's been to hell and back
You can see the hole stickin' straight through my radar cap
Smoke rings billow out the window of my Cadillac
This beat's the weed, and I'm the f*cking cataract
Rollin' up some grass on this beat, huh
Landin' on ya feet kinda sweet, huh
Nothin' one love gettin' high up as the stars at night
Nothin' one love gettin' high up as the stars at night
?
Rollin' up some grass on this beat, huh
Landin' on ya feet kinda sweet, huh
Nothin' one love gettin' high up as the stars at night
Nothin' one love gettin' high up as the stars at night
Dirty Heads - Smoke Rings Lyrics
Dirty Heads - Smoke Rings Lyrics
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This is ridiculous, I have a sickness
The grass is always greener, I say f*ck it burn the picket fence
Pestilence, eyes rolled back, pure masculine
Moody little bitches I'm foreseeing you some estrogen
Always keep you wet see, mermaid pussy
Ever seen the movie kids, no legs don't push me
I am making sculptures, you are using plaster
Screaming while you're dreaming, emcees need a dream catcher
You're not in my mind, you can't get the concept
You're not on my level, you might need a dub step
Walking to the death, not walking with the cleft,
Lip, sharp as an arrow tip, I'm just so sick of it
The smell is your upper lip,
And I'm jacking off a sparrow while I'm crashing a pirate ship,
Slow as molasses, quick as a whip
This beat's a filthy toilet, and I'm the f*cking shit
Rollin' up some grass on the beat, huh
Nothin' on ya feet kinda sweet, huh
Nothin' one love gettin' high up as the stars at night
My feet rock steady, my heart beat savvy
My well ran dry, had no luck at the levy
I'm lyrically a genius like Fergie and Jesus
It's like a lightning bolt just hit the tip of my penis
The opposite of clean is, parallel with my style
One sip away from runnin' round with my pants down
Apparently I'm underground, sound breaking barriers
Everybody take up a danger area
I got a feelin' this beat's been to hell and back
You can see the hole stickin' straight through my radar cap
Smoke rings billow out the window of my Cadillac
This beat's the weed, and I'm the f*cking cataract
Rollin' up some grass on this beat, huh
Landin' on ya feet kinda sweet, huh
Nothin' one love gettin' high up as the stars at night
Nothin' one love gettin' high up as the stars at night
?
Rollin' up some grass on this beat, huh
Landin' on ya feet kinda sweet, huh
Nothin' one love gettin' high up as the stars at night
Nothin' one love gettin' high up as the stars at night
The grass is always greener, I say f*ck it burn the picket fence
Pestilence, eyes rolled back, pure masculine
Moody little bitches I'm foreseeing you some estrogen
Always keep you wet see, mermaid pussy
Ever seen the movie kids, no legs don't push me
I am making sculptures, you are using plaster
Screaming while you're dreaming, emcees need a dream catcher
You're not in my mind, you can't get the concept
You're not on my level, you might need a dub step
Walking to the death, not walking with the cleft,
Lip, sharp as an arrow tip, I'm just so sick of it
The smell is your upper lip,
And I'm jacking off a sparrow while I'm crashing a pirate ship,
Slow as molasses, quick as a whip
This beat's a filthy toilet, and I'm the f*cking shit
Rollin' up some grass on the beat, huh
Nothin' on ya feet kinda sweet, huh
Nothin' one love gettin' high up as the stars at night
My feet rock steady, my heart beat savvy
My well ran dry, had no luck at the levy
I'm lyrically a genius like Fergie and Jesus
It's like a lightning bolt just hit the tip of my penis
The opposite of clean is, parallel with my style
One sip away from runnin' round with my pants down
Apparently I'm underground, sound breaking barriers
Everybody take up a danger area
I got a feelin' this beat's been to hell and back
You can see the hole stickin' straight through my radar cap
Smoke rings billow out the window of my Cadillac
This beat's the weed, and I'm the f*cking cataract
Rollin' up some grass on this beat, huh
Landin' on ya feet kinda sweet, huh
Nothin' one love gettin' high up as the stars at night
Nothin' one love gettin' high up as the stars at night
?
Rollin' up some grass on this beat, huh
Landin' on ya feet kinda sweet, huh
Nothin' one love gettin' high up as the stars at night
Nothin' one love gettin' high up as the stars at night
Writer: DAVID FORAL, DELHEART MCGREGOR, DUSTIN BUSHNELL, JARED WATSON, JON OLAZABAL, MARIO CALDATO, MATT OCHOA
Copyright: Lyrics © Downtown Music Publishing
Copyright: Lyrics © Downtown Music Publishing