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letra de (i'm gonna) funk you - outlier [a e x o zz]

[verse 1]
after-hours, treeful lane, little red silk dress
almost teared me a heartbeat, ’til my balloons popped by the hanging lollipop off your purple-lipsticked lips
the hunger for your sweetly tainted words rose that twisted ol’ flame o’ mine
(“fame and booze’s a festival for the loose”)
look! a nugget pondered legs wouldn’t ever trip my voice spat off the radio!
yet my whisper worked finer
“you’re not the owner of yourself until yoursеlf you can buy” (hey!)
now, be not afraid (as you’d say) of our lover’s lanе giant dough playthings in the dark i summon through the water that i let you drink
and i won’t let you look for the switch, ’cause they all fall apart
i used to be a painting upside down, and if it changed i wouldn’t know
‘cause i don’t have the time to look at myself anymore
15 to 32 (oh my puella aeterna)
how could you know how numb do we grow not to notice we’ve lost it all?

[pre-chorus]
every day i spend at the end of the world, no matter what’s on the other side i’ll panic
don’t try and coax me off the edge, reach the fingers in my ears
it’s all one for the all and all for the none

[chorus]
’cause i’mma funk you babe
(funk you, babe!)
yeah, i’m gonna funk you babe
(funk you, babe!)
oh no, yeah i’m gonna funk you babe
(funk you, babe!)
i’m gonna funk you babe!
(funk you, babe!)
(let ‘s hit it! woo!)
[verse 2]
y’know, as your constant weeping suggests dreams do never die
but some dream of no emotion and this necessity of enviness to be filled can’t be glut by the breadcrumbs of a faith
all those who’ve eaten the devil’s pie know this little catchphrase:
“be careful what thou whilst, but whilst it anyway”
’cause darling, wisdom’s but a myth, or maybe a fashion kit
designed by me, for only me to wear
i’m the other your thoughts are churned to, didn’t you know that?
oh, you didn’t know that
my soul leaves just as soon as the lights hit

[verse 3]
yet on the top of the gallows, there’s no room for holding back
and i’m always on it baby, but you’re always there to crumble me all down
in the theater of masks, i only see you onstage
when you look at me like that, seriously, who wouldn’t wanna hang you?
i’m sure you’re crowded with fawners that can turn you into a sausage, if you feel this sort of thing
well, at least i’m too busy delivering their sauce as they waltz along to the beat your head smashes against the wall
not learning how the chess is played unless i’m the one that’s making it is sure a path to salvation
and i’m so near to it, when the anxiety of the waking morning hits me with its scented orphic breeze
such delight in the vanity of something none could ever get
and yet it’s too much for just a game, and i can’t help and try and get to it
and try and get to you
and to always fail, to describe and then feel the love
oh, your eyes, they revolt me!
and like a desperate credent i try and l!ck the tears off them, but to no avail
[pre-chorus]
and when i catch you smiling, you leave me so sad
gotta dip your chips into my daydreams, fill you in with unique frustrations
your character’s revealed by how you look when you’re deathly slim and pale

[chorus]
so now i’m gonna funk you babe
(funk you, babe!)
yeah, i’m gonna funk you babe
(funk you, babe!)
oh no, yeah i’m gonna funk you babe
(funk you, babe!)
yeah, i’m gonna funk you babe!
(funk you, babe!)

[bridge]
you may have closed the door, but i’ve jumped through your window
inside, delete, yeah
i’ll gladly reprise my role as a dog to find you sniffing the trail of your perfume
yeah, i’ve always recognized it!
who were you gonna cheat me with? a man who drinks aaa batteries for a living?
can’t you see? we’re way past the point of fraternity, we’re into cumprachicanity
and i’ve sunken the moon in my right arm, and my tummy’s feeling sickly
definitions went higher, reality loosened up
you should’ve knocked twice before entering my mind, ’cause now you got me babe
and my freak show to handle
and i’m gonna funk you, baby!
[interlude]
loving you is a living h-ll
so why do i gotta hate myself so much for loving you like this?
replaced all my lines with your pictures
you made a pact, didn’t you? poisoned my wells to stir me dry
i’m always on the hanging point, but you never give me the satisfaction of pulling me to fall
you always leave, you always just leave
a moral harassment like this shouldn’t be in any unfunctional society
never thought i’d be ashamed of an elevator
oh, i’d trade you with a pimp for a snort of cocaine, but i just can’t
i can’t afford you to escape, but nor to see myself with you
i want you to die!

[chorus]
i’m gonna funk you babe (funk you babe!)
yeah, i’m gonna funk you babe (funk you babe!)
oh no, yeah i’m gonna funk you babe (i grab the butcher knife)
(funk you babe!)
yeah, i’m gonna funk you babe (i’ll slash and cook, a leg of lamb)
(funk you babe!)
f-ck you babe! (forever yours, as you’re forever in me)
(funk you babe!)
yeah, f-ck you babe! (wait, is that my face in the knife?)
(funk you babe!)
oh, f-ck you babe! (but then, who am i?)
(funk you babe!)
oh no, i’m gonna f-ck you babe! (who am i?)
(funk you babe!)

- outlier a e x o zz

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