Guess self being locked me into a dead-end col der sack
Looking to get as lost as a bunny with no escaping the dog
As hands clock over my brow revealing a reflection of a hacked hog
Such a gentle rotation of chaos
Twinkle toes im rubbing my hairs on light beams
Grazing my knees with my nose
Theres a net of stitched helix
Spiral zooming up on a hi res face tat
Kick flipping on a projector gone viral
Listening to vibes of shaking cameras leather
Fist bump notes that suck from two straws
And diablo word twitches
Checking out a slow beat
And pulling the fingers at myself for creeping on my own buddy
The fingers at myself for creeping on my own buddy
Learning how to roll up like a g
As my no shirt swag
Learning how to roll up like a g
As my no shirt swag
Leaning my pants as hard as my grandma hated it
She's not gonna
Remember my sun tan legs
Nor the wine that we drank on the bed
Is there any idiot on the other end taping through
The beamer in the small club
Tap tap are those even real? you dick head
As black as your eye will be if you tap another time
No reading
Big Flip the Massive - For All Your Lovers Lyrics
Big Flip the Massive - For All Your Lovers Lyrics
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Guess self being locked me into a dead-end col der sack
Looking to get as lost as a bunny with no escaping the dog
As hands clock over my brow revealing a reflection of a hacked hog
Such a gentle rotation of chaos
Twinkle toes im rubbing my hairs on light beams
Grazing my knees with my nose
Theres a net of stitched helix
Spiral zooming up on a hi res face tat
Kick flipping on a projector gone viral
Listening to vibes of shaking cameras leather
Fist bump notes that suck from two straws
And diablo word twitches
Checking out a slow beat
And pulling the fingers at myself for creeping on my own buddy
The fingers at myself for creeping on my own buddy
Learning how to roll up like a g
As my no shirt swag
Learning how to roll up like a g
As my no shirt swag
Leaning my pants as hard as my grandma hated it
She's not gonna
Remember my sun tan legs
Nor the wine that we drank on the bed
Is there any idiot on the other end taping through
The beamer in the small club
Tap tap are those even real? you dick head
As black as your eye will be if you tap another time
No reading
Looking to get as lost as a bunny with no escaping the dog
As hands clock over my brow revealing a reflection of a hacked hog
Such a gentle rotation of chaos
Twinkle toes im rubbing my hairs on light beams
Grazing my knees with my nose
Theres a net of stitched helix
Spiral zooming up on a hi res face tat
Kick flipping on a projector gone viral
Listening to vibes of shaking cameras leather
Fist bump notes that suck from two straws
And diablo word twitches
Checking out a slow beat
And pulling the fingers at myself for creeping on my own buddy
The fingers at myself for creeping on my own buddy
Learning how to roll up like a g
As my no shirt swag
Learning how to roll up like a g
As my no shirt swag
Leaning my pants as hard as my grandma hated it
She's not gonna
Remember my sun tan legs
Nor the wine that we drank on the bed
Is there any idiot on the other end taping through
The beamer in the small club
Tap tap are those even real? you dick head
As black as your eye will be if you tap another time
No reading
Writer: Reece McNaughten
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid