Swan Soup 歌词
| 歌曲 | Swan Soup |
| 歌手 | Dance Gavin Dance |
| 专辑 | Downtown Battle Mountain II |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| (Oaken rod system show me sloping earlobes)(The patient unlisted bit my lip sir)(Basing the feeling off weed, Go!)(But my Achilles is a shortly written poem.)(Go loco, slow from dro, broke your nose,)(Scraping my bristle missile, Go!) | |
| My cost is cheap | |
| My words are deep | |
| Cutting right through your soul | |
| It's sad to see the lights burn out. | |
| Burn my words unchanged.(Another sucker punch,)(You were late for dinner, I was late for lunch.)(You wanna know the truth?)(I eat alotta soup)(What’s it like to punch a drum,)(So belong and hold it tightly son.)(You wanna know the truth?)(I eat alotta soup.) | |
| Oh, no.(Such slow stoic teeth of mine)(Box him in, uncle Leo is between your thighs)(Your soak in rusting these slope driven pots 'n pans)(No time to rush him, delete my deleted land)(Yo who proves to me to believe what you need without me)(Who proves to believe in me)(Yo who proves to believe without me,)(Don’t believe that you’re with me, just to believe,)(Just to and just to and just to and just to believe.) | |
| Blow up your lungs | |
| With your mouth filled water | |
| Full of my every words | |
| Because I promise | |
| I'm not coming back.(I blocked your three point shot, you get caught napping a lot)(Your handles worse than Chris A. when he’s high on pot)(You’re like an epileptic version of a ballet dancer)(KG might say that you have cancer.) | |
| Blow up your lungs | |
| With your mouth filled water | |
| Full of my every words | |
| Because I promise | |
| I'm not coming back. | |
| Blow up your lungs | |
| With your mouth filled water | |
| Full of my every words | |
| Because I promise it's gonna be your last. |
| Oaken rod system show me sloping earlobes The patient unlisted bit my lip sir Basing the feeling off weed, Go! But my Achilles is a shortly written poem. Go loco, slow from dro, broke your nose, Scraping my bristle missile, Go! | |
| My cost is cheap | |
| My words are deep | |
| Cutting right through your soul | |
| It' s sad to see the lights burn out. | |
| Burn my words unchanged. Another sucker punch, You were late for dinner, I was late for lunch. You wanna know the truth? I eat alotta soup What' s it like to punch a drum, So belong and hold it tightly son. You wanna know the truth? I eat alotta soup. | |
| Oh, no. Such slow stoic teeth of mine Box him in, uncle Leo is between your thighs Your soak in rusting these slope driven pots ' n pans No time to rush him, delete my deleted land Yo who proves to me to believe what you need without me Who proves to believe in me Yo who proves to believe without me, Don' t believe that you' re with me, just to believe, Just to and just to and just to and just to believe. | |
| Blow up your lungs | |
| With your mouth filled water | |
| Full of my every words | |
| Because I promise | |
| I' m not coming back. I blocked your three point shot, you get caught napping a lot Your handles worse than Chris A. when he' s high on pot You' re like an epileptic version of a ballet dancer KG might say that you have cancer. | |
| Blow up your lungs | |
| With your mouth filled water | |
| Full of my every words | |
| Because I promise | |
| I' m not coming back. | |
| Blow up your lungs | |
| With your mouth filled water | |
| Full of my every words | |
| Because I promise it' s gonna be your last. |
| Oaken rod system show me sloping earlobes The patient unlisted bit my lip sir Basing the feeling off weed, Go! But my Achilles is a shortly written poem. Go loco, slow from dro, broke your nose, Scraping my bristle missile, Go! | |
| My cost is cheap | |
| My words are deep | |
| Cutting right through your soul | |
| It' s sad to see the lights burn out. | |
| Burn my words unchanged. Another sucker punch, You were late for dinner, I was late for lunch. You wanna know the truth? I eat alotta soup What' s it like to punch a drum, So belong and hold it tightly son. You wanna know the truth? I eat alotta soup. | |
| Oh, no. Such slow stoic teeth of mine Box him in, uncle Leo is between your thighs Your soak in rusting these slope driven pots ' n pans No time to rush him, delete my deleted land Yo who proves to me to believe what you need without me Who proves to believe in me Yo who proves to believe without me, Don' t believe that you' re with me, just to believe, Just to and just to and just to and just to believe. | |
| Blow up your lungs | |
| With your mouth filled water | |
| Full of my every words | |
| Because I promise | |
| I' m not coming back. I blocked your three point shot, you get caught napping a lot Your handles worse than Chris A. when he' s high on pot You' re like an epileptic version of a ballet dancer KG might say that you have cancer. | |
| Blow up your lungs | |
| With your mouth filled water | |
| Full of my every words | |
| Because I promise | |
| I' m not coming back. | |
| Blow up your lungs | |
| With your mouth filled water | |
| Full of my every words | |
| Because I promise it' s gonna be your last. |
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