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letra de arcalicious - ash taylor

[intro]
(three, two, two, ugh)
listen up y’all, the apathy ain’t post-ironic
turkin’s tv beats handmade by plundering phonics

[verse 1]
arcalicious: definition, making taz go loco
she wonders where the old me went, can’t see him in my photos
always leaving or just staying
couldn’t care less what she’s saying
want one reason why i keep her?
the resonance is a feature

[pre-chorus]
i’m arcalicious
soulmates stuck on the wait-list
and if you scour probabilities?
that sh-t is fictitious
my tongue strikes wicked (blaugh)
can’t say i find this very fun
but there’s a line down to the stronghold for a chance to be the one

[chorus]
real insipid (cigarette sweet)
real insipid (corporate corn syrup prodigy)
real insipid (even kerian can’t keep his mind off me)
i’m arcalicious (c-code red gets ’em thirsty, thirsty)
[interlude: arcjec, karkat]
arcalicious def-
karkalicious def-
goddammit-
um, white noise? keep the hyperthetical on track

[verse 2]
arcalicious: definition, makes filler go crazy
i just took laivan’s breath away, birthday boy, he’s panting
i’m a to the r-c-j, the e, the c
and every lousy post you make online better untag me

[pre-chorus: arcjec, occeus]
i’m arcalicious (real insipid)
my body stays vicious
mirthamaniacs nervous at my possum-style fitness
coliad’s my witness (what)
i’ll open up his third eye
and he’ll need samples of my blood, ’cause i want to f-cking die

[chorus]
real insipid (cigarette sweet)
real insipid (corporate corn syrup prodigy)
real insipid (even secily couldn’t keep away from me)
i’m arcalicious
[interlude]
now all you wiseass fools hold up
check it out

[bridge]
grubby, grubby, grubby
if you really want me
honey, get some soul
maybe then you’ll find your place
i’ll be lazy, lazy
don’t replace me, ‘place me
just don’t leave me, leave me
these lyrics drive me crazy

[refrain]
t to the a, to the s-t-e-y, that’s tasty
to the t to the a, to the s-t-e-y, that’s tasty
d to the e, to the l-i-c-i-o-u-s
to the d, to the e, to the, to the
let me lay it down

[verse 3]
all the time i turn around, the gang gathers ’round, always asking why a younger me is stuck inside my head
i don’t wanna say it now, i really ain’t tryin’ to weasel out of this, but truth is neither of us really know
and i guess i just don’t know how to tell you all about it, even though i keep repeating that i should be left alone
but what i’m trying to say, is something i don’t know how to say
[pre-chorus]
taz just screamed that:
i’m insipid (so insipid)
soulmates stuck on the wait-list
and if you scour probabilities?
that sh-t is fictitious
my tongue strikes wicked (blaugh)
can’t say i find this very fun
but there’s a line down the stronghold for a chance to be the one
my body stays vicious
coliad’s been getting nervous, knowing this is just business
serpaz’s my witness
bet she knows how to make this fun
just watch her be first in line for a chance to be the one

[chorus]
so insipid (calder you see)
so insipid (you’re not like me)
so insipid (i’ll help you be)
i’m arcalicious (c-code red gets ’em thirsty, thirsty)
i’m insipid (ay, ay, ay, ay) (no, no really, i’m not that great)
i’m insipid (ay, ay, ay, ay) (seriously, why the f-ck is this still going on?!)
so insipid (ay, ay, ay, ay) (who wanted this?! oh god, i can feel it coming again!)
i’m arcalicious (she says i make her thirsty, thirsty)

[refrain]
t to the a, to the s-t-e-y, that’s tasty
t to the a, to the s-t-e-y, that’s tasty
d to the e, to the l-i-c-i-o-u-s
to the d, to the e, to the l-i-c-i-o-u-s
to the d, to the d, to the l-i-c-i-o-u-s
to the d, to the e, to the l-i-c-i-o-u-s
to the d, to the e, to the l-i-c-i-o-u-s
to the d, to the e, to the
sweet all-mother, make it f-cking stop!

[outro]
i don’t know whose idea of a cruel, sick joke it was to make me do a parody of a parody like my life depended on it. but congrats! you got your ugly, insufferable wish!
i sure as f-ck didn’t agree to it! but it’s all yours, now and forever, so long as there is someone so outlandishly cringeworthy stumbling their bad taste to the end of this travesty
whoever you are, this is the rotten fruit of your labor, and i hope you’re happy!
oh, oh god- it’s happening again!
aaa-

- ash taylor

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