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Geronimo

(albüm: Powderhorn Suites - 2020)


Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
You ever caught a body you know how I feel
Fucked up yet I'm shining though
Time to tell 'em adios
Jumping out geronimo
Nobody see no sign of 'em

Smoking sherman. Mass murder in the middle of your sermon
Swerving, flirting with turban wearing virgins
(Okay) Curtains. (Uhh) You can't see me. You should call missing persons
I'm drunk at the Perkins
Liquid encouragement got me focused
I beat your whole team without a relay in the track meet
(Son of a gun) Pay attention now
You McDonald's All American and I ain't talking bout an athlete
(Son of a gun)

I got a boy counting foreign money for me
Plus a couple shorties to peal oranges when I'm horny
Massages in the morning. First class is now boarding
I'm breaking out of orbit. Oooh lordy. Oooh lordy!

Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
You ever caught a body you know how I feel
Fucked up yet I'm shining though
Time to tell 'em adios
Jumping out geronimo
Nobody see no sign of 'em

What had happened was I was buzzed in the black Maxima
The passenger. Snapping neck looking back at us
More asses to tap a capita. That's a fact that I can fax to ya
Backing up the truck. Damn, Pamela!

So check it, I want to get freaky and fuck you this weekend
I'd love to, so call me. I trust you
Allow me to come through and cook you some fondue
Your dresses could undo. I swear, God, I love you

And my orgies, they keep on getting better
Like 9/11, we all came together
Two birds of a feather all flock together
Like I said before I'm getting bigger, getting better!

Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
You ever caught a body you know how I feel
Fucked up yet I'm shining though
Time to tell 'em adios
Jumping out geronimo
Nobody see no sign of 'em

Gimme a reason to ball. Just like I'm Steven Segal
This evening take a beating 'front of your moms. You're bleeding
Please believe I'm speeding keys in the car. I'm leaving
Cleanly eating Diane's Keaton tomorrow. Believe me

More haters more haters more haters more haters. Hey!
More haters more haters more haters more haters. Hey!
More haters more haters more haters more haters. Hey!
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