Whistle 19 - Random Recipe

Hey!

How are you?

I’m Fab

I’m a city hippie old manilli

With a nice tan

I’m a trendsetter

Followers are good weather

And if you think your shit don’t stink

Then let it rain on your leather

See, I take pleasure

In uniting colors like bird feathers

Add voices to ideas, let’s have a get-together

Conquer is a word I still don’t like to hear

And a Shipwreck is the price you pay when you can’t steer

So stand clear if your thoughts are not

And if the ledge is what you fear then don’t push your luck, fool

Yeah, you could be a little picky 'bout bugs

But Random Recipe says ''One Love''

Na, na, na, na, na, na, na

Come again now

Da, da, da, da, da, da, da

Quick facts, I might react

When face to face with wasted taste in love, I act

Like the escape is this chase that gets your heartbeat racing

Doing my thing, gone with the wind, all in it for the win, got a few set of

wings

I’m smooth like butter, flying ‘round your heart

Serial kisser on the hunt, bow, arrows and darts

As if my fate landed in my plate like in sweet dreams

Topping off my luck with a cherry and whipped cream

Sunday morning’s everyday my routine

Caffeine I really don’t need

‘Cuz I’ve been hyper since I was thirteen

Amazed like I was seven and sage like seventy-one

There’s no age to write a new page

Here’s my stage, hasn’t even begun

I ain’t picky

I like options

Music to political opinions

Have you got one?

Na, na, na, na, na, na, na

Come again now

Da, da, da, da, da, da, da