Kishore Kumar Hits

Paul White - Protectors of the Heat (feat. Hemlock Ernst) şarkı sözleri

Sanatçı: Paul White

albüm: Hella Personal Film Festival


Sticks we pick up, sticks we pick up
Sticks and stones that get thrown at these stuck up kids
Just get you know
These kids can grow?
So for stuck up kids we pick up sticks
Sticks we pick up, sticks we pick up
Sticks and stones that get thrown at these stuck up kids
Just get you know
These kids can grow?
So for stuck up kids we pick up sticks
God speed
Seven headed dragon ashy
Wake [?]
Little Mario tortoise shells, spectacles and monocles
Diamond-fitted spinning from ruby necklaces
High polish
I ain't got a wallet, just paper clips and newspaper clippings
Suggestion new paper's mission's overtaking the district
Far from pensive
Emotionally unstable when looking from grave to cradle
Be boy-ing me, it spin like a dreidel
Tongue moves
The simplest sentences
Past the nimblest premises
Guards are fishy, ate the remnants
For the God that finds the way
The spine and crooks of hookers
Need a dinner mint after Sunday supper out on 25th
Part the lips, force that monogamy
Since nice bible verses prefaces play settings
Silver spoon table, mahogany
Trouble knew Morse code
Tapped and told by proxy
Oxycontin levels maximized by runners high, honest why?
No simple way around this elevation
Cliff running for young son, darling
Out from under toe
Bury my opponents in a wave of exhalation
Ten tonne flow, American blue beard and thunder crow
Too much for these young minds to handle
Dismantle camels and start a circle wax around the artist
Sticks we pick up, sticks we pick up
Sticks and stones that get thrown at these stuck up kids
Just get you know
These kids can grow?
So for stuck up kids we pick up sticks
Sticks we pick up, sticks we pick up
Sticks and stones that get thrown at these stuck up kids
Just get you know
These kids can grow?
So for stuck up kids we pick up sticks
I'm in an MJ jacket with eleven gold buttons
Trying to tell you what to do when I never know nothing
It's a secret, we're all damn desperate for it
Flitting through the long grass with lungs full of petrichor
What's the method?
Fuck it's a suggestion
Look at the assumption that's snuck into the questions
I'm grown, my dinner's vanilla cones
Skeletons and [?] big thick gorilla bones!
And everything's encrusted
Like jewellery or better yet chicken breast
Quick pick; oral or written test?
Which pick florals for vision quest
A little warm death from Cassandra
Accompanying checks from a sponsor
I'll text you a mantra
Inhaled through your chest is enlarged on your exhales say "Jeff you're a monster"
I'm vexing my own damn concerts
This mic's dumb
I'm at the airport staring at my sliced thumb
Cookie faced about to go through security
Sticks we pick up, sticks we pick up
Sticks and stones that get thrown at these stuck up kids
Just get you know
These kids can grow?
So for stuck up kids we pick up sticks
Sticks we pick up, sticks we pick up
Sticks and stones that get thrown at these stuck up kids
Just get you know
These kids can grow?
So for stuck up kids we pick up sticks

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