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letra de like the phoenix - wut metaphysical

[verse 1: wut]
this song wrote itself, i swear to nothing
i found it sitting in the kitchen with some orange juice and and a m-ffin
the m-ffin told the juice the truth of blueberrys and stuffin
the juice spoke in reply, oh my god a talking m-ffin!
city cops always check my bible for drugs
they find nothing but red letters and love
but when pull comes to shove
i speak a lingua clear and understood
gooder than good, like i robbed robin hood
freer than free like bad advice from planned parenthood
abort them out your neighborhood
for the last time skateboarding is a crime
but i do it all the time and i’m still fine

[chorus]
now imagine we’re b-tt naked riding on some motorcycles through the desert
now imagine we’re b-tt naked riding on some motorcycles through the desert

[verse 2: dropjaw]
front, it’s the full ride exhibitionist
front row mosh pit, scene kids getting dissed
but i leave them with an angel kiss
on the pages of my motorcycle diary
monday morning and my boss comes and fires me
he said something about
how making art from office supplies wasn’t employable
but how could something so wrong be so enjoyable?
like this wind through my chest hair
white hot sand and the open air
scorpions, lizards, and snakes oh my
funny how the wizard is just a regular guy
no destination on this road
cause like an alien this is not my home
pull back on the throttle and give it some gas
wind in my beard and the sun on my back
on my journey to firebomb the loveshack
for the sake of 80’s rap
under pressure never buckle
so hard i order my sandwich with a knuckle
cause i’m a dangerous man with a spray can
run up on a member of the klu klan
and bomb a rainbow tattoo on his right hand
so tell me who’s g-y now?
so tell me who’s g-y now?

[chorus]
now imagine we’re b-tt naked riding on some motorcycles through the desert
now imagine we’re b-tt naked riding on some motorcycles through the desert

[verse 3: wut]
let’s just be frank about our fantasies
me, you, a banjo and a beach
i sing you love songs in portuguese
freeze, this is a sting to find hypocrite hippies
i tricked all you pot smoking gypsies
i’m so real, i’m a realist, real lethal
why do you hug trees and cut down people?
that don’t make sense to me
like crying at monte python
and laughing your face off at bambi
this song is plan b
plan a was to collaborate a krunk track
so sick you had to call into work
for six weeks to get your health back
and so degrading, when you hear the beat
kids loose their virginity automatically
hugh heffner heard it and puked on his family
that plan was stupid cuz
like handcuffing yourself to a bed
tripping acid and watching arachnophobia
the spiders are lies from liars
and their songs are what’s holdin ya
so stand back in wonderment
i rap so out of bounds it’s like i register the government
seize opportunity and plunder it
now we’re back at twigh light
sand in our toes
and i’m singing you love songs
with dropjaw on the bongos
this is our fantasy

[chorus]
now imagine we’re b-tt naked riding on some motorcycles through the desert
now imagine we’re b-tt naked riding on some motorcycles through the desert

[verse 4: dropjaw]
they opened up my body and what did they find?
last week i got hungry and swallowed my mind
they said they could fix it but i said they could have it
strange benevolences become a new habit
cause minds come a dime a dozen
just like the baker got another batch up in the oven
cause for every mind i’ve lost, i’ve gained ten
i read their books to capture minds of dead men
then the aliens just started stressing
like something was wrong
they said their leader was coming and it wouldn’t be long
so i decided to show them i was unstable
their leader walked in and i was up
dancing naked on the table
their leader looked perplexed
i explained to him i was a mix
between 80’s rock and unprotected s-x
then i k!lled them all with my bare hands
and wrote this song just to prove it to my fans

[chorus]
now imagine we’re b-tt naked riding on some motorcycles through the desert
now imagine we’re b-tt naked riding on some motorcycles through the desert
now imagine we’re b-tt naked riding on some motorcycles through the desert
tresed eht hguorht selcycrotom emos no gnidir dekan ttub er’ew enigami won

- wut metaphysical

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