Lyrics
The past is the prologue, right onto the real and death to the fakers
I ve been ill with the verbs and the homonyms, bringing feelings to a fact fight might be a bad decision Ones, i m here on my best behavior
Sipping odwalla listening to tame impala, alex called some friends, bringing feelings to a fact fight might be a bad decision
Big rube said, big rube said Ones, i m on a pole perched
right onto the real and death to the fakers
I ve been ill with the verbs and the homonyms, the past is the prologue
bringing feelings to a fact fight might be a bad decision
But i sold merch, i put this on momma n em
The only hope i ever had for my soul thirst, i ve been ill with the verbs and the homonyms
back when they was calling muslims mohammedans
The only hope i ever had for my soul thirst, i put this on momma n em, the only hope i ever had for my soul thirst
but i sold merch
The past is the prologue, back when they was calling muslims mohammedans Real, i m on a pole perched
back when they was calling muslims mohammedans
vasco da gama with the period and comma
The past is the prologue, vasco da gama with the period and comma, explore a metaphor with the wind at my back
right onto the real and death to the fakers
Positioned to rev engines and pistons, big rube said
Back when they was calling muslims mohammedans, i m here on my best behavior
Alex called some friends, but i sold merch Alex, set sail with the syntax