BubbleGum

(アルバム： Funeral Disco - 2010)

I never wrote a song about the death of the microphone,
Thats 'cause I'd be wrong, 'cause the flow is still right at home!
This is not the drums and the samples you're finding stale.
I know what I'm doing, I'm just pulling the lions tail, all by my self.

Are we dancing or are we dead?
The world is not the same, we can make this shit cool again!
The world is not ashamed to fall in love with something so....
Pop-pop-poppy bubblegum
You're caught in the undertow, it's uncontrolled
Wait, oh no, why don't you leave me alone?
We pop that bubblegum, we pop that bubblegum
Wait, I've been waiting to sell my soul
We pop that bubblegum, we pop that bubblegum

Sticking my head in the mouth of a lion,
Throw me off the top of the mountain of Zion!
Everybody's selling out, and nobody is buying
At least if you sold out it means that you're trying
To get outta your mom's basement,
You'll be doin a dirty job forever!
Ten years from now in the same situation,
Fuck it, you'll never get 35 and clever!
Why are we so afraid to make music that people like?
If it ain't cool to be pop than what did the Beatles write?
You wanna be evil? Imagine writing an evil song they play on the radio, it's like bringing evil to life!

Are we dancing or are we dead?
The world is not the same, we can make this shit cool again!
The world is not ashamed to fall in love with something so....
(pop-pop-poppy) bubblegum
You're caught in the undertow, it's uncontrolled
Wait, oh no, why don't you leave me alone?
We pop that bubblegum, we pop that bubblegum
Wait, I've been waiting to sell my soul
We pop that bubblegum, we pop that bubblegum
I've been waiting, I've been waiting to sell my soul
I've been waiting, I've been waiting to sell my soul
I've been waiting, I've been waiting to sell my soul

Pop that bubblegum shit!
Sick and mischevious, troublesome shit
Evil and devious, itching to kill.
Suicidal rythmn, fistful of pills.
Shaking and twitching and flailing around,
If you weren't before, YOU'RE FEELIN' IT NOW!
Sweat on your brow, muscles are tense!
This is the panic of jumping the fence!

Something intense!
I'm in the game while you're humping the bench
Stumbling, mumbling, tryna make sense,
While you're watching your life come crumbling in
What is your life 'bout, music or drugs?
That doesn't make sense, your music sucks!
That means that one is effecting the other,
Time to clean up your act, MOTHER FUCKER!

Wait, oh no, why don't you leave me alone?
We pop that bubblegum, we pop that bubblegum!
Wait, I've been waiting to sell my soul!
We pop that bubblegum, we pop that bubblegum!
Wait, oh no, why don't you leave me alone?
We pop that bubblegum, we pop that bubblegum!
Wait, I've been waiting to sell my soul!
We pop that bubblegum, we pop that bubblegum!
Wait, oh no, why don't you leave me alone?
We pop that bubblegum, we pop that bubblegum!
Wait, I've been waiting to sell my soul!
We pop that bubblegum, we pop that bubblegum!