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letra de lemon-aid/pinocchio - mosie

i’m happy you’re not forcing it
happy its a breeze
happy you’re not forfeiting
happy you’re grieving with ease
i’m only sappy in the morning light
i’m only waiting for the doves
i’m only snappy when i feel your bite
hope the clock reminds you we’re in love

look at our smitten beaches fade
while you sip your lemonade
you got me sitting in the shade
at the tip of your blade
you got me mopping the acrylic
from the mess that you made
you got me scr-ping up my braces
with this professional grade toothpaste
and its only been two days
but i could think of a few ways
that this coulda gone smoother
a few belongings you coulda coulda scooped up
a few mysteries you ain’t have to spew up
a few recipes you didn’t have to brew up
but its all good we all screwed up
i’ll never hold it against you

i could feel my hands turn to leather
my friends turn to feathers in the wind
ones still stickin around think they clever
hows the weather where you been

now there ain’t nothin you could trust about a moonlit cloud
about the way he walk in and how the dude sit down now
pull it from my throat lemme stutter out loud
but it ain’t the right time now lemme flutter down town
now where’s my motherf-ckin jiminy
my nose too long to fit down the f-cking chimney
geppetto why you make me manipulate so soft and timidly
nah enough of all this gimmickry it’s time for y’all to mimick me

now don’t ya know that pride taste good if you’re feedin yourself
if you’re made of pine wood and hang ya feet off the shelf
the wise teletubby toy told me not to decieve
so imma stay a grubby boy and wear my c-ck on my sleeve
yeah follow me i’ll take ya where you think you wanna be
but then you gon see that everything exactly how it seems
and you been starin at the sun while i’m peekin through the seams
while you layin in ya bunk i been sneakin through your dreams
don’t ya know?

bambi
don’t ya know that pride taste good with a little whipped cream
and a cherry on top like some sorta sick dream
that i been havin for a while til she came and picked me
and she order up a smile with a d-ck that ain’t free on the side
she look me in my eye while she suckin on her lollipop
and matty in the sky while he tryna f-ck the molly pops
tryna make a night of it tryna hop the train
he just tryna get that fried egg tryna get the brain
cause we all just lookin for the same thing
tryna have a time play the same game
now i’m dancin in the fire when my feet are getting tired
and my pants getting tighter when i’m feeling like a liar

- mosie

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