It Ain't Us - Specifics

It Ain't Us - Specifics

Альбом
II
Год
2007
Язык
`English`
Длительность
182040

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Lyrics " It Ain't Us "

Original text with translation

It Ain't Us

Specifics

We separate in the center of the city

Trying to get some chili fries late from the flaming guys on demaisy alize

stains on my leg smell like five alive

Three and goony first crystal boys after drinking

Goldeneye matches

Goldenboy flash cat and mouse stratagem

And trying to get most professional

Cuz bro, im a pro

Sitting in our chairs low, super focused

Sharing little tidbits we noticed

Like chilling in the whip and keeping dry on a gray day

Blazes in the fly faded vintage che faces

Customized tie dyes lurking in the cave like bright eyes

Slurping on the rare key lime shake

Prepared for the rain under evergreen

But it keeps falling on my head like a memory

Tapes from ninety five play breaking up weed

On backside of vida on the back page of

Seventeen magazine

It ain’t us

The ones you want

The ones you want are on the comp playing world of war craft

Nonstop

The ones you want are at the docs office getting diagnosed for

Softness

Bitch we’re not the ones you want

They’re at the salon getting their fingernails polished

And talking like fops and soccer moms

They ain’t legit

They’re at the gym giving each other spots and giving each other jobs

Our mornings are spent like rent you need to pay for

And it feels like nothing we can afford is enough to sleep properly

Warm suddenly without warning these alarms on snooze

I never snore like you don’t

Explete roaring and roll

Stack cereal bowls

Then remind myself to see miracles here mearly breathe

Circles on the dirty hours

Verses under water in the shower whence we emerge

Low flow low powered Spence’s

Cold toes wet, eager

You should see the shrik techniques developed since

Teach tried to get me to work, please

Pen figures red and worn well plus from L’s torn

Knockin on the cellar door

Four score and seven more

Centuries of war, oh well

Probably never let my seeds live, cause the world is similar to hell

My skin feels clammy

We need to make a trip down to miami wearing smiles made of sugar quite nappy

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