Name: Parfait (Tyler, The Creator Cover) by Nes Tarot's Psycho Tropics
Duration: 2 min 40 s
Description: the psycho lads do a special valentines day spin on a cover of sir baudelaires finest chur bum song

the psycho lads do a special valentines day spin on a cover of sir baudelaires finest chur bum song

Parfait (Tyler, The Creator Cover)

This is not my song nor do I have any rights to this song
Source: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UJa4WjZFgdA&ab_channel=3.69FM%28CTCRADIO%29

Lyrics:
Woo, electrifyin'
Mesmerizing
Wooah
Oh, feel good don't it
You're God damn right
But it feel so wrong
You're God damn right

{Chorus}
She, way outta my league
Can't buy her love(Baby, can't buy her love)
All them book she read
She know way too much(She knows way too much)
Girl, if you don't know me
You don't know enough(She don't know me)
Said, if you don't know me
You don't know enough(She don't know me)

{Verse 1}
Said, oh we(Yeah)
Got me sayin' baby(Hell yeah)
You can drive my car
But don't drive me crazy(Girl you drive me wild, skrt)
I know that life is hard
We dancin' on the boulevard
Girl am I crazy(Crazy)
I must be crazy(Crazy)

{Verse 2}
Um, yeah
Ya got trouble payin' rent now
Livin' in apartment
I can take you to the pent house(Ching)
Got a step child, gone like an exile
Make me say "Wooh", every time you pull your breasts out
She got so much love, I'm feelin' left out
I can be your drug, don't get stressed out
I know you say it's true love
But why you always hit me
When the check bounce
Ooh, yeah we in love
Tell me what I gotta do
To get my dick sucked
She a pin up, lookin' for a rich one
Need to take your ass on home
Pick ya kid up(Pick your God damn kid up)
Yeah, hard movin' of the kick drum
You ain't have none, girl better get some
We can talk about the Universe and energy
But all you really want is a celebrity(You motherfuckin' bitch)
(And that was cold-hearted, you're just lost, and I'm here to find you)
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Chorus}
She, way outta my league
Can't buy her love(Baby, can't buy her love)
All them book she read
She know way too much(She knows way too much)
Girl, if you don't know me
You don't know enough(She don't know me)
Said, if you don't know me
You don't know enough(She don't know me)

Person who captioned the lyrics: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCPNOMdYFNFWnXqxEGQ0zzEQ

ThunderMac - She Knows Way To Much (Unreleased)

Wakin’ up at a quarter-to-four
I’m so tired
Cup of coffee and out the door
I’m so wired
The sky calls

Weep along with the same old cd
It stirs my spirit
The drive so easy
I can almost hear them now

The songs of birds on branches of trees
The grounding sound of buzzing bees
The dusty road serves up a sneeze
A little moment of ease

Clocking out at half-past one
I’m so tired
Another coffee on the run
I’m so wired
The sky calls
I can almost hear them now

The songs of birds on branches of trees
The grounding sound of buzzing bees
The dusty road serves up a sneeze
A little moment of ease

daily commute

Cracked sidewalks, streetlamps, and signs
An old park bench and a whole lot of
Time slows down around here

Willows that weep for romantic defeat
And the broken down things that no one will
Keep your head on your shoulders

If you've ever wondered where metaphors end up
Congratulations you're in luck

Welcome to the town of cliche
Where it rains on all of our parades
Passing through or will you stay?
Give it one more day

Long lost remotes, little tokens of hope
Stuck in a corner reading murder
She wrote her name all fancy

Half finished songs, truths proven wrong
Wouldn't it be nice if we got
Along the way there’ll be trouble

Once in a while someone will borrow a thing
It's not over till she sings

There’s a bloated line of phrases outside
Lonely and overused
Only got a few more spaces to provide
Even so they're crude
Won't you stay anyway
Through thick and thin
Join a merry band of castaways 
Don’t worry you're in

Welcome to the town of cliche
Where it rains on all of our parades
Passing through or will you stay?
Give it one more day

town of cliché

Walk number five hundred sixty-two
There’s a factory on the light side of the moon
Sunset never ends
When will I see the stars again?
Still wandering six hours after noon

Fog rolls over a silent quad
Squint just right, you might see what lies
beyond
Branch hangs overhead
Muffled rumblings of the dead
What a night to take a rest by the pond

The Green Man says, “Why are you here son?”
“Don’t you know it’s All Hallows’ Eve?”
I reply, “It’s not your season”
“I can do as I please”

Deep down I second guess my fate
A dark idea slowly gathers weight

The jarring midnight train
Spooks the blood in my veins
How much longer will I wait?

Last night of this year’s October
One more hour, it’ll soon be over
Kept him at bay
Almost all day
One more hour, I’ll have closure

The Green Man says, “Why are you here son?”
“Don’t you know it’s All Hallows’ Eve?”
I reply, “It’s not your season”
“I can do as I please”

walk #562

Morning drives through hyperspace snow
Dancing flames in the stove
A sea of trees on the road
One more stunning view to hold

I feel alive
Guess it really is the little things
Yes it really is the little things
Tuning in, growing up
In my own way

A crystal eclipses the sun
First butterfly of the season
Luna’s hazy silhouette
How much better could it get?

I feel alive
Guess it really is the little things
Yes it really is the little things
Tuning in, growing up
In my own way

Parfait (Tyler, The Creator Cover)

Nes Tarot's Psycho Tropics

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