Pour Les Oiseaux (feat. Indigo Harper) Video (MV)

Hold on for a sec, that's our phone
And so, wait a second, so describe to me where you have heard some voices
Give some description of what the voices say
Ah, f*ck, hold on for a sec

Oh, we know
Do you want to strangle a snaggle blade
Just remember, she is Jesus' little sister, Sujus
She's old as f*ck

Robert says I upset the forget, this and that
I'm disturbing that little f*cker
I hope you're not sad
I hope you're not in a sad mood

Jesus, this is new to the flu, fool
I'm sorry, I doubt that you'll fit in the mix
You could put us all in a dark history
Your wish was not real, but misery

Your wish is worth doubt
Don't f*ck with me
Working man problem with history
What do you think about this

You've thought enough
I was just fooling you
Listen, here is something to cry about
When you in hearing loss is the very least of My problem

You wish for silence back
Well, f*ck my butt, bitch
Use just rockstar art, rockstar Bob Dryant
F*ck, die, retard

F*ck us hard, but f*ck dry
Take a prescription in each hand and then a Hug
You fag, loveless and old
You want everybody to love you, don't you

Even the description, the description was sick
It was always sick
It's always sick
It's so wussy

It's always sick
Ah, Prozac, why do you care
You snort salt, so don't end up in here
You bitch-ass boy, you'd fear for your light

Have more fear for us now
I am so thank-the-eth, full of vain-the-eth
Full of thank-the-eth witchcraft
If Satan ever gives me, if Satan ever forgives Me

If Satan ever gives me, if Satan gives me
If Satan gives me, aha
I'm a star
I'm so smart

I'm juice, sex, not
Say you're feeling the heat for a feeling
Of never or none, you're not up
And you've AEYed

Who worns the off off
Six- six-six
Sick sick sick
Sick sick sick sick sick sick sick
Sick sick sick sick sick sick sick

Sick sick sick sick sick sick sick
Sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick
Sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick s
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Sick sick sick sick sick sick sick
Sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick
Sick sick sick sick sick sick sick
Sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick

Sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick
I hope you're not sad
I hope you're not in a sad mood
Jesus, this is new to the flu, fool

Oh, aww
I'm sorry I doubt that you'll fit in the mix
You can put us all in a dark history
Your wish was not real, but misery

Your wish is worth doubt
Don't f*ck with me
Working man problem with history
What do you think about this

You've thought enough
I was just fooling you, duh
Listen, here is something to cry about
When you're hearing love

The very least of my problem
You wish for silence back
Well, f*ck my butt, bitch
You just

Rockstar art
Rockstar Bob
Dry ass
F*ck, die, retard

F*ck us hard, but f*ck dry
Take a prescription in each hand
And then a hug
You fag

Loveless and old
You want everybody to love you, don't you
Even the description
The description was sick

It's all was sick
It's all was sick
It's all was sick
It's all was sick

It's all was sick
Ha ha, Prozac
Why do you care
You snort soap

So don't end up in here
So end up here, you bitch-ass boy
You fear for your life
Have more fear for us now

I am so thankfiest
Full of vainest
Full of thankfiest
Rich crap

If Satan ever gives me
If Satan ever forgives me
If Satan ever gives me
If Satan gives me

If Satan gives me
I'm a star
I'm so smart
I'm just sex nut

Say you're feeling the heat
Or a feeling of never-or-none
You're not upset
If the horn blows

Well, rot sack
That's dog-bone
Sex, sex
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh