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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Urthboy
Urthboy
Künstler:in
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Tim Levinson
Tim Levinson
Komponist:in
P. Norman
P. Norman
Komponist:in

Lyrics

Ya, I don't care for them stone {chia chicks} na' one of dem cool by you {hordes amentis} my game's not to fire off and talk reactive change myself to help keep an audience captive uh, i have no choice but to stay active I'm {no a} fashion {bam], my pain's attractive once used punk rock 'n roll, I remain adaptive immersed in the music, what I do is refractive and this not about sick authentic antics, I am what I am {at the} man is frantic. Urthboy is ammicable but oh, i can't switch, not transatlantic, but I'm still {anthic} never seen, this land is no {sampig} {another's muscan detendit some brandit} trust his own temper, stay that way it took a lot but i forgot to say yea, I gots, and now, yea Thanks for {chewin' a fat} he gave me a time, and I ain't fluent at that so give me one second and I'm givin' it back and then we make some noise, we're really making a pact, yea, oh Thanks for {chewin' a fat} he gave me a time, and I ain't fluent at that so give me one second and I'm givin' it back and then we make some noise, we're really making a pact Some times are still more than me and my {warped} view the bills piling up and I got so much to sort through got like one bottle, sorely needing a corkscrew we humans normally want someone to talk to no workplace agreement, there's nobody to force you nor {walk} you, either definition will {core crew} thanks for the children, I'ma couldn't afford you no matter the predicament, I wouldn't ignore you why am I more {entruem, we shit the false room} like looking through convex lands, and makin' objects bend obsessed 'til the contest ends, but what contest, we're not tryin' to {rocked up ten} so what we not got ends, trust a lot of the majority them in the {dropped of friends} and no authority you forget to {deep} and duck, then my apologies 'd love you to get rich quick but you don't worryin' me And I'd love you to fall in love love it if you hand with one that fit the glove love it if the entire world {was room but does} but until then just keep banging the drum, yea and I'd love you to feel more sane love it if the world is not mobbed with {rag den} love it if the sky is {dropped legs and langber} until then I'll just keep making my name uh, yea and I'd love you to feel more sane love it if the world is not morphing to {great gain} love it if the sky is {dropped legs and langber} until then I'll just keep making my name comeon, yea Thanks for {chewin' a fat} he gave me a time, and I ain't fluent at that so give me one second and I'm givin' it back and then we make some noise, we're really making a pact, yea, oh Thanks for {chewin' a fat} he gave me a time, and I ain't fluent at that so give me one second and I'm givin' it back and then we make some noise, we're really making a pact Thanks for {chewin' a fat} he gave me a time, and I ain't fluent at that so give me one second and i'm givin' it back and then we make some noise, really making a pact, yea, oh Thanks for {chewin' a fat} he gave me a time, and I ain't fluent at that so give me one second and I'm givin' it back and when we make some noise, we're making a pact
Writer(s): Bobby Braddock, Timothy James Levinson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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