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letra de oh, fuck my brain - rob roy

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[verse 1: rob roy]

oh let me, let me go!
don’t let me get me though
oh, let me get me every penny and be every joe
oh, don’t forget me
no, i sure don’t let me get me tore
so go on and skip me if my head be heavy on the floor
so swolled up, i so get so much
i so get so soulful, i so get thrown up
oh holy moly, only 44 bucks
to show me only most holy 44 guts
44 f-cks for 40 “oh, shucks!”
owe me 4 “lawdies” before we go cut
so okie-dokie whoadie, throw me both up
and do the hokey-pokey so she blows me those nuts
open, don’t shut! it’s a brand-new day
i’m hoping for a new brain in a major way
i came to make things like my baby’s name
cause baby, ain’t a baby that ain’t a d-mn thing!

[hook, part 1: clare marshall]

oh f-ck!

[hook, part 2: rob roy]

it’s just my brain

[verse 2: rob roy]

i’m a say what i finna say
when i finna lay in a freight train’s way
finna get up in a bit of straight-leg days
and get a little bit of “it’ll shake weight gain”
shake-shake mine’s, break-break lines
take-take wise, i’m a take taped thighs
and take 8 wives while i fake 8 lives
hey, i may be lazy, but i make great lies
i don’t know what i suppose
although i know i go so low, i know my toes
h-llo? n0body goes? oh, well!
better get a better leather coat on sale
very well, very well! watch me bust loose
to cram the truth in juice cans for stamp proof
d-mn it, i’m a fan of the brand that don’t droop
so baby, take your -ss to the back and pack boots!

[hook, part 1: clare marshall]

oh f-ck!

[hook, part 2: rob roy]

it’s just my brain

[verse 3: rob roy]

don’t get it going for no one, i’m going pop
cause going ain’t a-going if blowing it doesn’t stop
on until the morning i throw them a dozen rocks
broken a couple locks, hoping to oh-my-gosh i’ve broken a whole crotch
oh, it goes so slow – i don’t watch!
so i sure don’t know the whole plot
but hold my own as though i’ve grown lots
in hopes i won’t flop or fold like old socks
told the whole globe, “no, i won’t drop!”
though my own soul’s cold as corn pops in bowls of old milk, froze with no top
my phone is on roam, so no i won’t chat
ain’t no way! baby, call me crazy in love, i love change
i love to love loving, ain’t nothing that strange
so come and give me some of that lunch for my brain!

[hook, part 1: clare marshall]

oh f-ck!

[hook, part 2: rob roy]

it’s just my brain

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