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letra de idulls - siriga

[verse 1]
dull shine idols, dolls of the eyes
horizons sizzle with an envious l-st
they suffer from their broken skies
a demise for rizzle, need a kick up the b-tt ‘coz
i suffocate from imploding crowds
the sun shines on and in floats the clouds
they block it like the block doesn’t work on your skin
no shelter melting entertainment into
thin goo, fingers stuck can’t shoot
speechless pingu talk noot noot
boot up your -ss, pull your socks up guys
don’t mean to be cr-ss, i hypothesise that
an absence of religion breeds
idolatry of celebrities

[interlude]
you engulf in their auras coz your more or less androids
ident-ty drought, without a core moral less and void

[verse 2]
tireless beings all i’m seeing is a 360 angle
of intoxicated enemies
who couldn’t care for equities
bare luxuries
extra squeeze ecstasies
and ebenezer told us how the gold dust will rot
hierarchies; they’re a standard of our nature
but higher art? please, you’re a fraud now ain’t ya?
but that ain’t ya fault, i would eat that feast
i’d destroy that buffet till the buffet police
shackle my arms and i’m riding in the back seat
snack treats distract me fact sheets attack me f-ck me
chatting out my -ss but it don’t mean sh-t
vanquish all my writer’s anguish
bandage all of my broken language
make it up and i’ll still score hits

[hook 1]
my patience has a sly endurance
refraining to ply prudence
don’t wanna waste my time on bruised lungs
you ain’t gods, f-ck thy monuments
who runs first? a mob of refugees
pleb step cursed to chase the limousines
pledge your life to dead set effigies
fandom d-mned to scruff their knees
worshipping and needing idols
curb tripping and bleeding rivals
soul searching and reading bibles
now idle activities

[verse 3]
you desire an idol, it’s necessary
to edify your dry little head
now you require a pessary unless it’s mary
that you’ve got hanging over your bed
take an extra portion of idolisation
pedal through your caution as i ride on my brazen
she’s amazing, he’s amazing me
need to mute that diluted word it’s tazing me
if everything’s amazing, nothing is amazing
we’re grazing a land that keeps raising sheep
“you got the snap of rihanna from her tour on your phone?
can i show it to me nana, coz she’s bored and forlone
gonna die die die die die die very soon
at the funeral we’re gonna play a katy perry tune?”

[interlude]
men prefer big -sses, it’s biologically inclined
because it suggests a more curvaceous spine
which facilitates a pregnancy and bears more healthy children

[verse 4]
tell minaj i’m getting large on her 45 angle
is she mortified? strangle me
i like it when we’re ankle deep
in muddy fields i bank my keep
fandom sheep can land a heap of hate my way
i’ll chase the prey, immoderated bo beep
bjork taught me science stuff, mutual cores
vulnicura tore virtual galore in my head
then i rest to gleaming vespertine beats
can’t beat the h-m-genic kinetic till i’m dead
wake up wake up now, this is an alarm call
make a make a vow, it isn’t harmful
breaker, breaker, can you hear the encore?
i said this is an alarm call
so what did britney teach? need no vocal chords to mime
taylor’s whiff trap stinks as much as yours and mine
what did ariana preach to you?
rita ora teach you?
succulent fraudulence, an out of reach view
and the rituals brew
i watched as they grew
praise to all these idols now in lieu of being able to
critically think
we’re on the integrated brink of
prosaic mosaic pop music
a perfect pattern made of zinc

[spoken]
because, like, zinc is everywhere you know
it’s an essential trace mineral needed for the body’s immune system
so, like, i’m basically saying that, like, pop music is now the new zinc
it’s seen as essential, like a drug, or a supplement
do you get what i mean?
it’s too much of a jump isn’t it?

[hook 2]
do you my luna audience
have enough time to adore me once?
maybe twice but i’m not gluttonous
in accordance with my gluteus
there’s a virus in my nucleus
at hq they keep on shooting us
atishoo my sneeze is ludicrous
it’s so loud i’m getting tinnitus
i’m so ill it’s so ridiculous
gone back home call me domesticus
you should too just like the rest of us
go back home just like the rest of us!

[hook 3]
b.i.g. t.i.t.s. x2
ain’t interested or invested in the breast-esis for breakfast
gotta have my bowl gotta have cereal
i’m pour, poor milk on my cheerio’s
seeing everything the time is going
dealing every minute for hours, slowing
ticking on and on everybody’s rushing
tickling seconds clock hands blushing
gotta get down to the bus stop
need a ride before my buzz stops

[outro]
i’m not benign, i am an octopus
when i’m h-rny that’s eroticas
in the court of king caractacus
little ryan’s so immaculate

- siriga

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