Cruising online, fills a void in time
Reminding me of what I can't have, and why try
To make sense of us, so damn presumptuous
E-Class attitudes, riding on a city bus
Random pics of swollen dicks, armpits, shit, plus
A rotating demonstration on, why I shouldn't trust
Internal homophobia, mutating man lust
Party with the coke and meth
Chill out with the cannibus
Racism, recollected, color complexes
Prejudice gays with bogus reasons to be selective
High faluttin' fashionistas, sewer line of credit
Big headed, pretty twinks, pass easy as anorexics
Hopeless romantics, bludgeoned by hoe antics
Touch em with slow hands, and then shove in a door jam
Befriend or floor him? I wink to explore then
Show you my private pics, you worship public pricks
3 out 5 are sick inside their psyche, they won't like me uhhh
They're out for blood
They'll take your heart
Your mind and your pride
Blow it a part
Give shit to flies
Give honey to bees
Give Life to the dead
Give man his strings
Give me a sign
Give him a choice
Give death to the careless
And give breath to a voice
Bring light to dark
Bring me a chance
Keep the strings
Just need a friend
I'm too honest, I'm too clear
Damn that prick that drove me here
Only place to be a QUEER
Or find some rear that's far or near
They move and they talk like puppets
Yet they swear they're real men
Modern day Pinnochio's
Claim they'll never lie again
Laugh out loud you cry again
They log off, you die within
Leviathan, a tired grin
Choke me, spank me, plier bend
Piss all over, call me rover
Blow me like a general motor
Call ya homeboy, he can record us
Smoke a quarter, Favorite porn on
Repeat, skeet skeet
Corner of ya cornea
Sticks and stones turn bones into
Road warriors
Vessels pop, blood shooting from urethras
Life's a teacher
And a bitch
If you mess her over as if you don't need her
Don't know why I still believe
That we can grow beyond our stupid
Spoiled narcissistic abuse
Shallow boobs
Crude foolish little tools
Who's the rudest
Know matter how rich you do it
Still ya gotta remember
To take ya pill around two
They're out for blood
They'll take your heart
Your mind and your pride
Blow it a part
Give shit to flies
Give honey to bees
Give Life to the dead
Give man his strings
Give me a sign
Give him a choice
Give death to the careless
And give breath to a voice
Bring light to dark
Bring me a chance
Keep the strings
Just need a friend
They're out for blood
They'll take your heart
Your mind and your pride
Blow it a part
Give shit to flies
Give honey to bees
Give Life to the dead
Give man his strings
Give me a sign
Give him a choice
Give death to the careless
And give breath to a voice
Bring light to dark
Bring me a chance
Keep the strings
Just need a friend
Kevin Kaoz - No Strings Attached Lyrics
Kevin Kaoz - No Strings Attached Lyrics
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Cruising online, fills a void in time
Reminding me of what I can't have, and why try
To make sense of us, so damn presumptuous
E-Class attitudes, riding on a city bus
Random pics of swollen dicks, armpits, shit, plus
A rotating demonstration on, why I shouldn't trust
Internal homophobia, mutating man lust
Party with the coke and meth
Chill out with the cannibus
Racism, recollected, color complexes
Prejudice gays with bogus reasons to be selective
High faluttin' fashionistas, sewer line of credit
Big headed, pretty twinks, pass easy as anorexics
Hopeless romantics, bludgeoned by hoe antics
Touch em with slow hands, and then shove in a door jam
Befriend or floor him? I wink to explore then
Show you my private pics, you worship public pricks
3 out 5 are sick inside their psyche, they won't like me uhhh
They're out for blood
They'll take your heart
Your mind and your pride
Blow it a part
Give shit to flies
Give honey to bees
Give Life to the dead
Give man his strings
Give me a sign
Give him a choice
Give death to the careless
And give breath to a voice
Bring light to dark
Bring me a chance
Keep the strings
Just need a friend
I'm too honest, I'm too clear
Damn that prick that drove me here
Only place to be a QUEER
Or find some rear that's far or near
They move and they talk like puppets
Yet they swear they're real men
Modern day Pinnochio's
Claim they'll never lie again
Laugh out loud you cry again
They log off, you die within
Leviathan, a tired grin
Choke me, spank me, plier bend
Piss all over, call me rover
Blow me like a general motor
Call ya homeboy, he can record us
Smoke a quarter, Favorite porn on
Repeat, skeet skeet
Corner of ya cornea
Sticks and stones turn bones into
Road warriors
Vessels pop, blood shooting from urethras
Life's a teacher
And a bitch
If you mess her over as if you don't need her
Don't know why I still believe
That we can grow beyond our stupid
Spoiled narcissistic abuse
Shallow boobs
Crude foolish little tools
Who's the rudest
Know matter how rich you do it
Still ya gotta remember
To take ya pill around two
They're out for blood
They'll take your heart
Your mind and your pride
Blow it a part
Give shit to flies
Give honey to bees
Give Life to the dead
Give man his strings
Give me a sign
Give him a choice
Give death to the careless
And give breath to a voice
Bring light to dark
Bring me a chance
Keep the strings
Just need a friend
They're out for blood
They'll take your heart
Your mind and your pride
Blow it a part
Give shit to flies
Give honey to bees
Give Life to the dead
Give man his strings
Give me a sign
Give him a choice
Give death to the careless
And give breath to a voice
Bring light to dark
Bring me a chance
Keep the strings
Just need a friend
Reminding me of what I can't have, and why try
To make sense of us, so damn presumptuous
E-Class attitudes, riding on a city bus
Random pics of swollen dicks, armpits, shit, plus
A rotating demonstration on, why I shouldn't trust
Internal homophobia, mutating man lust
Party with the coke and meth
Chill out with the cannibus
Racism, recollected, color complexes
Prejudice gays with bogus reasons to be selective
High faluttin' fashionistas, sewer line of credit
Big headed, pretty twinks, pass easy as anorexics
Hopeless romantics, bludgeoned by hoe antics
Touch em with slow hands, and then shove in a door jam
Befriend or floor him? I wink to explore then
Show you my private pics, you worship public pricks
3 out 5 are sick inside their psyche, they won't like me uhhh
They're out for blood
They'll take your heart
Your mind and your pride
Blow it a part
Give shit to flies
Give honey to bees
Give Life to the dead
Give man his strings
Give me a sign
Give him a choice
Give death to the careless
And give breath to a voice
Bring light to dark
Bring me a chance
Keep the strings
Just need a friend
I'm too honest, I'm too clear
Damn that prick that drove me here
Only place to be a QUEER
Or find some rear that's far or near
They move and they talk like puppets
Yet they swear they're real men
Modern day Pinnochio's
Claim they'll never lie again
Laugh out loud you cry again
They log off, you die within
Leviathan, a tired grin
Choke me, spank me, plier bend
Piss all over, call me rover
Blow me like a general motor
Call ya homeboy, he can record us
Smoke a quarter, Favorite porn on
Repeat, skeet skeet
Corner of ya cornea
Sticks and stones turn bones into
Road warriors
Vessels pop, blood shooting from urethras
Life's a teacher
And a bitch
If you mess her over as if you don't need her
Don't know why I still believe
That we can grow beyond our stupid
Spoiled narcissistic abuse
Shallow boobs
Crude foolish little tools
Who's the rudest
Know matter how rich you do it
Still ya gotta remember
To take ya pill around two
They're out for blood
They'll take your heart
Your mind and your pride
Blow it a part
Give shit to flies
Give honey to bees
Give Life to the dead
Give man his strings
Give me a sign
Give him a choice
Give death to the careless
And give breath to a voice
Bring light to dark
Bring me a chance
Keep the strings
Just need a friend
They're out for blood
They'll take your heart
Your mind and your pride
Blow it a part
Give shit to flies
Give honey to bees
Give Life to the dead
Give man his strings
Give me a sign
Give him a choice
Give death to the careless
And give breath to a voice
Bring light to dark
Bring me a chance
Keep the strings
Just need a friend
Writer: Brian Montgomery, Kevin Moore
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid