a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

letra de blue days & strep throats - mark henry

[intro]

ew bro, ew thats f-cking nasty
ew look at that bro, ew bro uhhhh
ew, mark whats wrong with your throat
are you ok?

[verse]

ya boys caught in a black monolith
time slipping down my esophagus
backed up
gag reflex
travel to a tracheotomy from the cigs i be sparking
staring down securely paul blartin’
and it’s turning my tongue blue
(singing a sad song, ripping farewell bongs)
and i’m
depressed with the white strep pus b-lls
happiness kept all truth
but let me get a cough for the proof
cause i felt anything but bad for you
(cause your infection was affection
i detected a love injection)
and now the sun t–ter-totters with the moon
like goonin’ on the streets
tokin bowls, tippin’ brews
on my tippy toes, starin’ at the roof
hoping that the future holds true
i hawk some phlegm in my condemned cave
contemplate to be oh so brave
i sit and smoke stare
and watch the lonely chemicals ride the wind waves
stamina concaves
come on dave, hal 9000 made the days parlay
into the blue they flew away
(these lungs wear a blunt like a warm winter coat
coating all their sad days and their bad jokes)
well, its hurting my throat
and lifes’ loop is broken
there’s a frog in my tonsils
waiting for the perfect moment to croak
but nope!
maneuvering my uvula like galaga
galaxies clashing now in my saliva
but yo, imagine the balance after her
man i’m so d-mn thirsty for what’s to come
that i can barely hum
and the cotton got my mouth
as i felt the h-llish waters
dripping from my southern spout
it was the

[hook}
reverse osmosis
reverse osmosis
sippin’ on some stress and hypnosis
it was the loss of focus
the locus of control
the nervous motions
of reverse osmosis, (x2)

[verse]

and so it began again
decay rots him to the dirt
rocks pop every breath i blurt
but please don’t scream
cause your gums might hurt
(oh when will it end, will it end
oh no my voice is scratchy again)
chill, clear it up
get a hold of your apple adam
then eve threw a mean elbow at him
and the river of blood
was beginning to flood
it was triggering guts
getting kinda’ antsy with these anti-bodies
anti-inflammatory lazy-bodies (flame up!)
pop a cough drop
or the top of the f-cking vick’s rub
eucalyptus gifted doom on the pharynx
givin’ hiccups then ohhhh
he done did it again fool
another repeat of the foreshadow
viral airways release carbon dioxide
kisses his bone marrow
and you best believe
the recipe
is best to breathe
catch disease on the flee to fresh air
the rest of me
the best of me
is stressing directions
of my life’s own arrows
pleading dentistry
p-ssy in my tummy
cat got my tongue for a reason unknown
telephoning emergency
his voices tone was dark and raspy
as his palette spoke but if you ask me
i say f-ck the vomit talk
cough the cause across
block the common cold
blot the blue dots
it was the

[hook}
reverse osmosis
reverse osmosis
sippin’ on some stress and hypnosis
it was the loss of focus
the locus of control
the nervous motions
of reverse osmosis, (x2)

- mark henry

letras aleatórias

MAIS ACESSADOS