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Raro - Oatlands Lyrics



Raro - Oatlands Lyrics




Racky racket in the park
Fly to close and I'll make it hot
Losty loner lost the plot
Twitchy bugs I got a lot
You be pesticide and I 'll be pessim-nah
Whirly girly astro bot
Take me to your favorite spot
You replaced what I forgot
You remind me that I'm good
I'm a little misunderstood
And I'm lost in these woods
All the could've s all the should've s
All the moments left in would've s
I saw this moment coming
I'd be dammed if I'm a couldn't

When I'm with you hit the throttle
When your gone hit the bottle
Lucid love letters and I'm thinking bout tomorrow
Lucid love letters and I'm thinking bout tomorrow
Lucid love letters and I'm thinking bout tomorrow
When I'm with you hit the throttle
When your gone hit the bottle
Lucid love letters and I'm thinking bout tomorrow
Lucid love letters and I'm thinking bout tomorrow
Lucid love letters and I'm thinking bout tomorrow

Twinkle twinkle maybe not
Raro's hungry fill my pot
I lost my soul in a parking lot
Id worry but that's an after thought
Twenty four and I think a lot
Forgot my name it's a mental block
My mum told me that my brain gon rot
The door bust down and swat show up
I call my friends everyday to validate my everyday
Dealing with these voices is like an exercise I need a break
Laying down I contemplate
Pass the time I think away
Pterodactyl fly away
Pterodactyl fly away

When I'm with you hit the throttle
When your gone hit the bottle
Lucid love letters and I'm thinking bout tomorrow
Lucid love letters and I'm thinking bout tomorrow
Lucid love letters and I'm thinking bout tomorrow
When I'm with you hit the throttle
When your gone hit the bottle
Lucid love letters and I'm thinking bout tomorrow
Lucid love letters and I'm thinking bout tomorrow
Lucid love letters and I'm thinking bout tomorrow
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Racky racket in the park
Fly to close and I'll make it hot
Losty loner lost the plot
Twitchy bugs I got a lot
You be pesticide and I 'll be pessim-nah
Whirly girly astro bot
Take me to your favorite spot
You replaced what I forgot
You remind me that I'm good
I'm a little misunderstood
And I'm lost in these woods
All the could've s all the should've s
All the moments left in would've s
I saw this moment coming
I'd be dammed if I'm a couldn't

When I'm with you hit the throttle
When your gone hit the bottle
Lucid love letters and I'm thinking bout tomorrow
Lucid love letters and I'm thinking bout tomorrow
Lucid love letters and I'm thinking bout tomorrow
When I'm with you hit the throttle
When your gone hit the bottle
Lucid love letters and I'm thinking bout tomorrow
Lucid love letters and I'm thinking bout tomorrow
Lucid love letters and I'm thinking bout tomorrow

Twinkle twinkle maybe not
Raro's hungry fill my pot
I lost my soul in a parking lot
Id worry but that's an after thought
Twenty four and I think a lot
Forgot my name it's a mental block
My mum told me that my brain gon rot
The door bust down and swat show up
I call my friends everyday to validate my everyday
Dealing with these voices is like an exercise I need a break
Laying down I contemplate
Pass the time I think away
Pterodactyl fly away
Pterodactyl fly away

When I'm with you hit the throttle
When your gone hit the bottle
Lucid love letters and I'm thinking bout tomorrow
Lucid love letters and I'm thinking bout tomorrow
Lucid love letters and I'm thinking bout tomorrow
When I'm with you hit the throttle
When your gone hit the bottle
Lucid love letters and I'm thinking bout tomorrow
Lucid love letters and I'm thinking bout tomorrow
Lucid love letters and I'm thinking bout tomorrow
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Writer: Carlo Bruzzese
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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Performed By: Raro
Length: 2:36
Written by: Carlo Bruzzese

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