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letra de temple - debris stevenson

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[verse 1: debris stevenson]
[?] sixteenth birthday, boy
first shoobs i’ve ever been too, boy
batty riders bestowed upon boy
i’m not entirely sure what a batty rider is
but my friend came thru’ and lent me this
it’s a short, so short, gotta hide this
berry batty riders in recycling bin
changing the porch parency pin
when the moon is full, we’re going in
dragged vyper on the m86
top deck disciples gather on this
p-ssing ’round liquor like frankincense
sony ericsson, [?] gl-ss like this
vibrations, our holy spirit
spitting in tones with every lyric
i can feel the b-ss comin’, it’s sulphuric

[chorus: debris stevenson]
and they levertater, above their seats
and their spines, curves, prophecies
and it gets dark, as the inside of me
pelvis’, fluid as a kettles steam
and they levertater, above their seats
and their spines, curves, prophecies
and it gets dark, as the inside of me
pelvis’, fluid as a kettles steam

[verse 2: debris stevenson]
and the air is thick, as strong white rum
phone torches are our only sun
but we’re following [?] like a northern star
and like the red sea, the ravers part
and i start to move momentarily
inspired by auntie synchronicity
but, then, become self-conscious
have i got a fat wedgie?

[chorus: debris stevenson]
and they levertater, above their seats
and their spines, curves, prophecies
and it gets dark, as the inside of me
pelvis’, fluid as a kettles steam
and they levertater, above their seats
and their spines, curves, prophecies
and it gets dark, as the inside of me
pelvis’, fluid as a kettles steam

[verse 3: debris stevenson]
temporal to temporal
temporal to temporal
temporal to temporal
a boy moved in
renegade palm into my right hip
other on waist as we breathe in sink
this is what i’ll learn we call whining
my body stops panicking
something unlocked on this odd manikin
look up at the ceiling, it’s raining
look up at the ceiling, it’s raining
look up at the ceiling, it’s raining, so hard

[chorus: debris stevenson]
and they levertater, above their seats
and their spines, curves, prophecies
and it gets dark, as the inside of me
pelvis’, fluid as a kettles steam

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