Peanut Butter Panda Puffs

(albüm: Tampa's DemoTape - 2021)

Hide for days in the Free People sale room
Downing vodka sauce, attempting to get drunk
Peanut Butter Panda Puffs don't fail you
Even if the town you are in has it fucked, hey

In the next nebula, transmitting through a cellular
Through Cingular, my paycard is a singular
I'm out here on no family plan, just by myself with fistfuls of cereal
I'm wishful that I'll never fucking catch another orbit
Or hear, like, any of y'all again, of course it's normal looking for ends to informals
But what is dead is not adorned, oh, someone send some pot or pornos
I have no sword to cut my head off, the only penpal I want is Zorro
And yes, I watched that in the theatre, oh, wow, there's so much more I'm missing
Oh, wow, that Tampa, how adorable, went on outer space mission
Went on outer space mission, everyone, went on outer space mission
Went on outer space mission, went on outer space mission
Trifling, killing, kicking might into vision
Pale, but still glistening, tails to entail, not listening
I swear to God I'm good, gifted, in a sentence, I guess my wishes are well
I wish hysterics as well, dude, I draw the line at Helvetica
Try not to shit when you tell, embarrassed is all
Stop harassing all esoterics, taller since seeing Berrics
Some of y'all think I'm hilarious, the gaul
Here is my call to being more scary, not all that fall are carried, okay
I'm still caring, I'm alright, I'm living

I took off all of my protective clothing
I took off all of my protective clothing
I took off all of my protective clothing
I took off all of my protective clothing