歌曲 | Black Albino Bones |
歌手 | Fucked Up |
专辑 | The Chemistry Of Common Life |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : 10, ****ed Up, Pink Eyes | |
Can't sleep thinking about it | |
Rubbing stones together until the magic comes out, | |
Embracing the purity, the purity of obscurity, | |
Try to capture the name as it spins in your mind, | |
Follow it with our eyes, | |
The dizzy epiphany discovered an artifact of my own, | |
It's the little things that get us through life, | |
Squishing flesh together until the magic comes out, | |
Until we both ejaculate ride the wave | |
As a little dies, the orgasmic of the fantastic, | |
We well up, and then we explode! | |
It's the little things that get us through life, | |
I need a little escape | |
Burning plants together until the magic comes out, | |
Take it in the inhalate, inhalate what escalates, | |
Hold the vapor deep down inside the toxic fumes, | |
Initiate the levitate, | |
We slowly start to drift off, | |
It's the little things that get us through life |
zuo qu : 10, ed Up, Pink Eyes | |
Can' t sleep thinking about it | |
Rubbing stones together until the magic comes out, | |
Embracing the purity, the purity of obscurity, | |
Try to capture the name as it spins in your mind, | |
Follow it with our eyes, | |
The dizzy epiphany discovered an artifact of my own, | |
It' s the little things that get us through life, | |
Squishing flesh together until the magic comes out, | |
Until we both ejaculate ride the wave | |
As a little dies, the orgasmic of the fantastic, | |
We well up, and then we explode! | |
It' s the little things that get us through life, | |
I need a little escape | |
Burning plants together until the magic comes out, | |
Take it in the inhalate, inhalate what escalates, | |
Hold the vapor deep down inside the toxic fumes, | |
Initiate the levitate, | |
We slowly start to drift off, | |
It' s the little things that get us through life |
zuò qǔ : 10, ed Up, Pink Eyes | |
Can' t sleep thinking about it | |
Rubbing stones together until the magic comes out, | |
Embracing the purity, the purity of obscurity, | |
Try to capture the name as it spins in your mind, | |
Follow it with our eyes, | |
The dizzy epiphany discovered an artifact of my own, | |
It' s the little things that get us through life, | |
Squishing flesh together until the magic comes out, | |
Until we both ejaculate ride the wave | |
As a little dies, the orgasmic of the fantastic, | |
We well up, and then we explode! | |
It' s the little things that get us through life, | |
I need a little escape | |
Burning plants together until the magic comes out, | |
Take it in the inhalate, inhalate what escalates, | |
Hold the vapor deep down inside the toxic fumes, | |
Initiate the levitate, | |
We slowly start to drift off, | |
It' s the little things that get us through life |