Your native language

عربي

Arabic

عربي

简体中文

Chinese

简体中文

Nederlands

Dutch

Nederlands

Français

French

Français

Deutsch

German

Deutsch

Italiano

Italian

Italiano

日本語

Japanese

日本語

한국인

Korean

한국인

Polski

Polish

Polski

Português

Portuguese

Português

Română

Romanian

Română

Русский

Russian

Русский

Español

Spanish

Español

Türk

Turkish

Türk

Українська

Ukrainian

Українська
User Avatar

Ses


Arayüz


Zorluk seviyesi


Aksan



arayüz dili

tr

Lyrkit YouTube Lyrkit Instagram Lyrkit Facebook
Çerez politikası   |   Destek   |   FAQ
1
Kayıt Giriş
Lyrkit

bağış yapmak

5$

Lyrkit

bağış yapmak

10$

Lyrkit

bağış yapmak

20$

Lyrkit

Ve/veya beni sosyal medyada destekleyin. ağlar:


Lyrkit YouTube Lyrkit Instagram Lyrkit Facebook
Secret Band

Bloomer

 

Bloomer

(albüm: LP2 - 2019)


I ain't no fool
I cook the nuggets in the oven
And they taste so good
That's why I put em in my stomach

If you shake your fist
Then it won't do nothing

Yeah I ain't fool
I'm petting puppies every day
Please stay out the pool
I'm really worried bout your suede

If you shake your fist
Then it won't do nothing
If you shave your fist
Then it won't do nothing

I'm in all black
You can't act
Don't aim for the brain
You spinal tap

They can't laugh
Or raise flags
Just suffer under weight of finance

Shilling for the center of nice
Looking for twice my type some sort of innocent devil
Similar to good ass bread
It might feel soft to be dead
And not really that awkward

Don't become the father of a laddle
Have to scoop up soup filled with poop
And pebbles
Don't become a birdass horse
You'll probably peck at a corpse
And then fly through a meadow

I'm awake
On an unimpressed star
I know who you are
Your the feigning hope
The flailing rope
You'll hang yourself from
Was it fun
Running towards the sun

I hope your problems fade away
And solve themselves for you
Cause that's the type of thing you'd say
You know not what it do
No more meaning
I'm receiving
That's not healing
Just revealing
What you have to lose

I'm in all black
You can't act
Don't aim for the brain
You spinal tap

They can't laugh
Or raise flags
Just suffer under weight of finance

Its a style that you can't undo
Your life's the flu
Thrown down the loo
Lies ain't soap and they won't clean you
Amazing stuff
I'm so proud I can't thank me enough

I hope your problems fade away
And solve themselves for you
Cause that's the type of thing you'd say
You know not what it do

Shes the bottle I'm the cork
Were an icy pillow fort
I'm some soup and shes a fork
Were poised to knock it down

Nothing will replace it
I'm only trying
Only trying
Not to run away
But I don't wanna stay

Tamamlandı

Bu şarkıdaki tüm yabancı kelimeleri eklediniz mi?