Elder Goose 歌词
| 歌曲 | Elder Goose |
| 歌手 | Dance Gavin Dance |
| 专辑 | Downtown Battle Mountain II |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| Day one the lights fade, the music is full of bass, | |
| She's all up in my face, | |
| I can't believe she's so close, | |
| Feeling her grind made me lose my mind, | |
| I'm just plain old take home material, take home material. | |
| I keep my fingers crossed, | |
| Hoping to find a way to show you what | |
| I'm made of, | |
| Throw all our worries to the wind.(I backtracked, stabbed at you,)(Followed the tracks to a cabin filled with wooden spoons.)(Then a shred of lead ripped my hoodie in two,)(There’s no telling what my evil twin brother wouldn’t do.) | |
| I wake up drenched in sweat | |
| Wondering who | |
| I'm lying with, | |
| What a joke there's nothing left to explore. | |
| Find myself at the end of a bottle, | |
| Laying in your bed hoping to find out where | |
| I'm at(The weight can make you trip, but you won't fall down.) | |
| It's gone away my song so long.(Accept fresh, fresh can of broccoli,)(I can't hear when you are knocking.)(Unless fresh, fresh can of broc')(I’ll be leaning towards a centimeter short of much.) | |
| As the sun goes down baby | |
| I'm in town | |
| Hopin to find someone to take it all, | |
| I know I'm right when | |
| I say go away | |
| You get around, oh. you get around, oh. | |
| You get around, oh, you're busy ****ing everyone,you're busy ****ing everyone, | |
| Oh you're busy ****ing everyone. | |
| Find myself at the end of a bottle, | |
| Laying in your bed hoping to find out where | |
| I'm at(The weight can make you trip, but you won't fall down.) | |
| It's gone away my song so long | |
| Feeling my heart race | |
| Drenched in sweat. | |
| As I wonder | |
| I'm not scared, not prepared | |
| Lay down flat on your back | |
| Open up girl let's play attack, | |
| Lets waste our time.(Back on top, but my blocks mowed down)(Man I’m fit)(Yeah my stomachs never touched the ground)(But I’m courteous)(Still keep it real with my nerdyness)(14th’s my birthday)(Her's is on the 30th)(If you were dead I bet this shit would bloom)(Get a standing ovation from an empty room)(**** your ass)(I don’t want your cereal)(You can get your wig split back)(I'll be the same ol’ G.) |
| Day one the lights fade, the music is full of bass, | |
| She' s all up in my face, | |
| I can' t believe she' s so close, | |
| Feeling her grind made me lose my mind, | |
| I' m just plain old take home material, take home material. | |
| I keep my fingers crossed, | |
| Hoping to find a way to show you what | |
| I' m made of, | |
| Throw all our worries to the wind. I backtracked, stabbed at you, Followed the tracks to a cabin filled with wooden spoons. Then a shred of lead ripped my hoodie in two, There' s no telling what my evil twin brother wouldn' t do. | |
| I wake up drenched in sweat | |
| Wondering who | |
| I' m lying with, | |
| What a joke there' s nothing left to explore. | |
| Find myself at the end of a bottle, | |
| Laying in your bed hoping to find out where | |
| I' m at The weight can make you trip, but you won' t fall down. | |
| It' s gone away my song so long. Accept fresh, fresh can of broccoli, I can' t hear when you are knocking. Unless fresh, fresh can of broc' I' ll be leaning towards a centimeter short of much. | |
| As the sun goes down baby | |
| I' m in town | |
| Hopin to find someone to take it all, | |
| I know I' m right when | |
| I say go away | |
| You get around, oh. you get around, oh. | |
| You get around, oh, you' re busy ing everyone, you' re busy ing everyone, | |
| Oh you' re busy ing everyone. | |
| Find myself at the end of a bottle, | |
| Laying in your bed hoping to find out where | |
| I' m at The weight can make you trip, but you won' t fall down. | |
| It' s gone away my song so long | |
| Feeling my heart race | |
| Drenched in sweat. | |
| As I wonder | |
| I' m not scared, not prepared | |
| Lay down flat on your back | |
| Open up girl let' s play attack, | |
| Lets waste our time. Back on top, but my blocks mowed down Man I' m fit Yeah my stomachs never touched the ground But I' m courteous Still keep it real with my nerdyness 14th' s my birthday Her' s is on the 30th If you were dead I bet this shit would bloom Get a standing ovation from an empty room your ass I don' t want your cereal You can get your wig split back I' ll be the same ol' G. |
| Day one the lights fade, the music is full of bass, | |
| She' s all up in my face, | |
| I can' t believe she' s so close, | |
| Feeling her grind made me lose my mind, | |
| I' m just plain old take home material, take home material. | |
| I keep my fingers crossed, | |
| Hoping to find a way to show you what | |
| I' m made of, | |
| Throw all our worries to the wind. I backtracked, stabbed at you, Followed the tracks to a cabin filled with wooden spoons. Then a shred of lead ripped my hoodie in two, There' s no telling what my evil twin brother wouldn' t do. | |
| I wake up drenched in sweat | |
| Wondering who | |
| I' m lying with, | |
| What a joke there' s nothing left to explore. | |
| Find myself at the end of a bottle, | |
| Laying in your bed hoping to find out where | |
| I' m at The weight can make you trip, but you won' t fall down. | |
| It' s gone away my song so long. Accept fresh, fresh can of broccoli, I can' t hear when you are knocking. Unless fresh, fresh can of broc' I' ll be leaning towards a centimeter short of much. | |
| As the sun goes down baby | |
| I' m in town | |
| Hopin to find someone to take it all, | |
| I know I' m right when | |
| I say go away | |
| You get around, oh. you get around, oh. | |
| You get around, oh, you' re busy ing everyone, you' re busy ing everyone, | |
| Oh you' re busy ing everyone. | |
| Find myself at the end of a bottle, | |
| Laying in your bed hoping to find out where | |
| I' m at The weight can make you trip, but you won' t fall down. | |
| It' s gone away my song so long | |
| Feeling my heart race | |
| Drenched in sweat. | |
| As I wonder | |
| I' m not scared, not prepared | |
| Lay down flat on your back | |
| Open up girl let' s play attack, | |
| Lets waste our time. Back on top, but my blocks mowed down Man I' m fit Yeah my stomachs never touched the ground But I' m courteous Still keep it real with my nerdyness 14th' s my birthday Her' s is on the 30th If you were dead I bet this shit would bloom Get a standing ovation from an empty room your ass I don' t want your cereal You can get your wig split back I' ll be the same ol' G. |
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