Disguise the other side of this disc jock, I'm distanced away from even trying to cakewalk or win off
Show you how to fuel my existence, to lift off, I'm Lipra. Chicks is sitting pretty at Pinkra
I'm sick of some of the soft liquor I'm drink of. Drunken ass tipsy, what I'm meant to have sick of
Caution to the wind, I'm blowing myself off. She don't gotta do it, my spinal gets twisted
More than 180 degrees, I'm a gifted. With a short tongue, spiteful lip and you lip cock
Do not even listen to this press in the mute butt. Unvenom off, it don't help to go kill self
Hell if even do it, get myself in a wish wash. Drinking, making wrinkles on my face, I'm a pissed off
Impossessed by writing, so I'm picking these words off. Top of the dome piece, donuts on my fingers
And I'm pleased they stay exhausted, and I caught you, so shut up. Shut up, what you think, this ain't too bad, it don't come out
Cursing at the top of my lungs like some dumb f*ck
Need to seek a purpose, where we all gonna turn to corpses. With our minds, we talking cordless. With the door that open closes
Love the window shut of birds and chickens. Talk a lot of nonsense as often as I flip this old version of me
Order of intention, intent to cut you down. Lower limbs go flying, we're bound, it's hard to tell
Told myself so many a times that it'll be fine. Tell myself what to do wrong, so we be right
Word for sweet sword, then a word play. Can't anyone hurt me? Caught up and call my phone, and the phone ring
Photographs derived apart, burn up and thrown away. Totally shamed at the shade, how these wavelengths
Sight unseen, my vitamin D's level low. And I'm coping this winter, I ain't winter for shit
Lick a sucker, told her this is it, I'm memorized, quit. Take it back a lip, I'm f*cking mad, and I've been getting this cap in
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Disguise the other side of this disc jock, I'm distanced away from even trying to cakewalk or win off
Show you how to fuel my existence, to lift off, I'm Lipra. Chicks is sitting pretty at Pinkra
I'm sick of some of the soft liquor I'm drink of. Drunken ass tipsy, what I'm meant to have sick of
Caution to the wind, I'm blowing myself off. She don't gotta do it, my spinal gets twisted
More than 180 degrees, I'm a gifted. With a short tongue, spiteful lip and you lip cock
Do not even listen to this press in the mute butt. Unvenom off, it don't help to go kill self
Hell if even do it, get myself in a wish wash. Drinking, making wrinkles on my face, I'm a pissed off
Impossessed by writing, so I'm picking these words off. Top of the dome piece, donuts on my fingers
And I'm pleased they stay exhausted, and I caught you, so shut up. Shut up, what you think, this ain't too bad, it don't come out
Cursing at the top of my lungs like some dumb f*ck
Need to seek a purpose, where we all gonna turn to corpses. With our minds, we talking cordless. With the door that open closes
Love the window shut of birds and chickens. Talk a lot of nonsense as often as I flip this old version of me
Order of intention, intent to cut you down. Lower limbs go flying, we're bound, it's hard to tell
Told myself so many a times that it'll be fine. Tell myself what to do wrong, so we be right
Word for sweet sword, then a word play. Can't anyone hurt me? Caught up and call my phone, and the phone ring
Photographs derived apart, burn up and thrown away. Totally shamed at the shade, how these wavelengths
Sight unseen, my vitamin D's level low. And I'm coping this winter, I ain't winter for shit
Lick a sucker, told her this is it, I'm memorized, quit. Take it back a lip, I'm f*cking mad, and I've been getting this cap in
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Show you how to fuel my existence, to lift off, I'm Lipra. Chicks is sitting pretty at Pinkra
I'm sick of some of the soft liquor I'm drink of. Drunken ass tipsy, what I'm meant to have sick of
Caution to the wind, I'm blowing myself off. She don't gotta do it, my spinal gets twisted
More than 180 degrees, I'm a gifted. With a short tongue, spiteful lip and you lip cock
Do not even listen to this press in the mute butt. Unvenom off, it don't help to go kill self
Hell if even do it, get myself in a wish wash. Drinking, making wrinkles on my face, I'm a pissed off
Impossessed by writing, so I'm picking these words off. Top of the dome piece, donuts on my fingers
And I'm pleased they stay exhausted, and I caught you, so shut up. Shut up, what you think, this ain't too bad, it don't come out
Cursing at the top of my lungs like some dumb f*ck
Need to seek a purpose, where we all gonna turn to corpses. With our minds, we talking cordless. With the door that open closes
Love the window shut of birds and chickens. Talk a lot of nonsense as often as I flip this old version of me
Order of intention, intent to cut you down. Lower limbs go flying, we're bound, it's hard to tell
Told myself so many a times that it'll be fine. Tell myself what to do wrong, so we be right
Word for sweet sword, then a word play. Can't anyone hurt me? Caught up and call my phone, and the phone ring
Photographs derived apart, burn up and thrown away. Totally shamed at the shade, how these wavelengths
Sight unseen, my vitamin D's level low. And I'm coping this winter, I ain't winter for shit
Lick a sucker, told her this is it, I'm memorized, quit. Take it back a lip, I'm f*cking mad, and I've been getting this cap in
Thanks for watching
Writer: Brian Jones
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid