PandAready

Mint spit

PrrPrr (with Nils Bertho)

Words:

Some serenity, yet there’s an awful affliction
Stocking the fix when even if anyone never come back
it's a win, 'cause I know a deity washing away all the sin
and I know when I've really been swimming in filthy
Soul a bit wilted, bill me
I've got the cash, I'll see you in Heaven
If anyone ask my age, I'm eleven
I’m so young but ready to die
Grow tongue, grow belly, a cry grow loud
I'm hearing a second – they're at it again
and the war will be endless
I am the walls, I am the arena,
The audience: all of them me in a dream
to cheer them equal; fear the weak will
seek an apology
even if all of me walk off this cliff
Too bad about imminent terrible icky,
but still, if it’s gonna me
then I’m making a promise of verity
Ready? she'd better be wicked
better be thick in the gut
I've been telling you:
Viable meat’s a bit a difficult for me to get you
Somebody better bought every last trap
Cast every net, laughed at the fact
it’s about a perception give me a second
I cannot get a breath,
can I get a minute maybe
to make a list of what it is I’ve got left
Seller be merry, victory come
And celebrate til the free liquor be done
Then give me a nod when it’s all for real
When I can begin to feel the golden glow
Show all the cards if it’s harder to play
Make em an offer they might even stay
And then you rest, right? That’ll be really the best night
But sleep wait, and sheep hate the way you’ve been
keeping the lamp turned bright

Sickened, the body be ill if it's in a perennial limit
The enemy with the millennial will
it’s a bet to be took and a bit of waste
But I am eternal comedian typical clown
Atypical rhythm in typical town
Alarm is everything now
Take from anyone
Gone are the weeks before
So ill-handled
Filling those cheeks
Somebody already flooded the basement
Preparations made, the plans got fucked
Then a bit later when I looked up
Saw what little was offered
It was off-brand,
softer than what I would’ve imagined for a man
I miss the privacy
even if intimate minutes are
full of the ways he can lie to me
Might it be that I’m in heaven and don’t even know
If it were true would I really wanna go
Lion keep eyeing the finery
Wider the gaze, to look at what he taste
Salty water, skinny little waist
Loving on a bit of what I’ve never been
And given the option I might’ve chosen

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