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Kishore Kumar Hits — Blue Foster - Stupid Fucking Song About The Rock текст песни

Исполнитель: Blue Foster

альбом: Personalized Plans DISC2 (b-sides and scraps)

I hope my letter gets to you
And the ink doesn't poke through
A part of me wishes tears did too
'Cause of the attention that my empathy would get
I demand some self respect
Where's my dinner, you useless fuck?
I can't eat bits for —
Attention to center blues
Don't let the cynics get to you
The peanut gallery pulled through
I cracked the shell to reveal you
Oh, I'll be stretchin' rhymes
All my time, until I die
Verbal yoga but good physical
The only hypothetical
Oh, I'll be stretchin' rhymes
All my time, until I die
Verbal yoga but good physical
The only hypothetical
Any antithetical will make me feel way better
But the cracks inside my core create a dissidence
I'm dreaming of apocryphal epiphanies for fun-based peer analogies
I get great reviews for how I handle harrowing escapes
And then escape, I do
I get right out the scene just in time to make a clean escape
The Rock will drive the car
And then recount, we do
The way we work together to make one big working team to beat the odds
And The Rock will drive the car
Well, it's about drive
And it's about power

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