- Joined
- Jul 8, 2020
Freezin'
Rests his head on a pillow made of concrete again
Oh, feelin'
Maybe they'll believe in his faulty telomeres
Oh, hand out
It's all he knows whether food or female
Oh, dark grin
He can't help but to always looks insane
Even flow, dumb thoughts arrive like garbage flies
Oh, he don't know, so he posts them anyway
Oh, someday yet he'll get kicked out of
His fart box again, fart box again
Kneelin'
Lookin at the staff with his beetus feet
Oh, prayin'
to communism that has never showed him anything
Oh, feelin'
Understands the weather of the winter's on its way
Oh, ceilings
Few and far between all the internet posts of shame
Even flow, dumb thoughts arrive like garbage flies
Oh, he don't know, so he posts them anyway
Oh, someday yet he'll kicked out of his fartbox again
Whispering hands gently lead him away
Him away, him away
Yeah, ooh, ah yeah, fuck it up
Even flow, thoughts arrive like garbage flies
Oh, he don't know, so he posts them anyway
Ah, someday yet he'll get kicked out of His fart box again
Whispering hands gently lead him away
Him away, him away
Yeah, ooh
Rests his head on a pillow made of concrete again
Oh, feelin'
Maybe they'll believe in his faulty telomeres
Oh, hand out
It's all he knows whether food or female
Oh, dark grin
He can't help but to always looks insane
Even flow, dumb thoughts arrive like garbage flies
Oh, he don't know, so he posts them anyway
Oh, someday yet he'll get kicked out of
His fart box again, fart box again
Kneelin'
Lookin at the staff with his beetus feet
Oh, prayin'
to communism that has never showed him anything
Oh, feelin'
Understands the weather of the winter's on its way
Oh, ceilings
Few and far between all the internet posts of shame
Even flow, dumb thoughts arrive like garbage flies
Oh, he don't know, so he posts them anyway
Oh, someday yet he'll kicked out of his fartbox again
Whispering hands gently lead him away
Him away, him away
Yeah, ooh, ah yeah, fuck it up
Even flow, thoughts arrive like garbage flies
Oh, he don't know, so he posts them anyway
Ah, someday yet he'll get kicked out of His fart box again
Whispering hands gently lead him away
Him away, him away
Yeah, ooh