Dancing with the elephants
Pray I don’t get stomped 
Asking all the wrong questions
I don’t wanna lose control of my baby
All the wrong questions
You had all the right chances bottled all inside your head

No more radio
You lose all control when the cameras roll
No more radio
No more telephone

They’re all calling you crazy
Google tells you I’m bad
They’re hunting for both of us
You can’t get out of bed
You can’t get out of bed
Don’t get out of bed
Don’t get out of bed
I don’t wanna lose control of my baby

DANCING WITH THE ELEPHANTS (p miercoles) - Mucho G. Dean

Sitting on the porch with just your hand in your hair
Sitting on the porch with the butterflies 
Sitting on the porch with nothing but a cigarette in your hand
Can’t seem to find you anywhere
Can’t seem to find your severed head
The river runs cold 

Sitting on the porch with just your hand in your hair
Sitting on the porch with the butterflies 
Sitting on the porch with nothing but a cigarette in your hand
Can’t seem to find you anywhere
Can’t seem to find your severed head
The river runs cold 

You didn’t go looking in the water, brand new boots
I wrap you up in a jacket hypnotize you
Dancing with your head cut off you, left it in the boat
Im sitting on the porch with nothing but a cigarette in my hand

I miss those lips your face you don’t speak to me the same
And I miss your kiss on your face, every day I swim

Can’t seem to find you anywhere

THE RIVER RUNS COLD (p: miercoles) -  Mucho G. Dean

You’re just a girl with a heavy cloud hanging over you
The sky fell down on you
And the mud got more slippery last night from the rain so I fell down on you
I fell down on you

And baby when you turn into a ghost I hope I fall right through
New house and a brand new roof
You gotta be a homesick girl
Without a single home in the world
You gotta be a homesick girl
The sky fell down on you

SKY FELL DOWN (p. liminal dream) - Dean T. Mucho

lyryics-





you rock me
i can hear you scream over the radio
baby baby baby
i can hear you scream over the waterfall
the trails are closed
you and me gotta be god's favorite little zombies
you rock me
gotta be gods favorite little zombies
told you take a dip
taking off your dress
theres poison in the water
ain't nothing gonna make us stop
im digging up your grave
you poisoned me before
im digging up your grave
you wanna live forever baby
gods favorite little zombies
you rock me
gotta be gods favorite little zombies

GOD'S FAVORITE LITTLE ZOMBIES (p. xy1va) - M. Dean Ramirez

Lyrics -













Baby don’t tweak on me
Engrained rooted in you to take advantage of
Xanax in me gonna go spazzy
Stepping on chickens when they hatch
Drop more bombs and build more labs

Rip it out the box brand new SHEIN 
Started in the cold, Adderall, E
Going for a row the river runs deep 
Started in the cold, fentanyl, E
Started in the cold, letting off steam

Bitches treat me right hos treat me like a kind
Fell out with my bros let these bitch get in between 
Going Balmain all over my theme
Ima just set the tone, you off the E
Ima stick to the code these bitches so easy
I knew you were gonna take advantage of me
What you stole,  throw it in the street it’s a part of me

STARTED IN THE COLD (p: tenfo)

Lyrics - 
Ol' cindy loo
she didnt have a clue
They need the stew to be done by 2
The sargents masterbating and the fuckin banker snooze
God must be hungry cause he didnt have his stew

Ol' gary's got his shovel in the hardwood too
Hes got his hand on his pistol and they wont stop shooting
Got his hand through the wall since the napalm boom
Tall glass of dr pepper and hes shitting on the stoop
Probably be a lot more friendly with the booze
Put the kratom in the fuckin water make the juice
Its a fuckin (???)

Oh Cara,
I gotcha by ya toe
Jesus must have a little grin as Im stomping on the grapes and the bugs
Its a good damn day for the pawn shop
The bees dont drink and the lawns cut
Elbows down in the hellcat hood
I know this fuckin engine's not workin as it should

Ol' cindy loo
she didnt have a clue
They need the stew to be done by 2
The sargents masterbating and the fuckin banker snooze
God must be hungry cause he didnt have his stew

Ol' gary's got his shovel in the hardwood too
Hes got his hand on his pistol and they wont stop shooting
Got his hand through the wall since the napalm boom

Ahh too pretty of a sight
God Must be hungry cause he didnt have his stew
Tall glass of dr pepper and hes shitting on the stoop
Probably be a lot more friendly with the booze
Put the kratom in the fuckin water make the juice
Its a fuckin (???)
Oh Cara, 
I gotcha by ya toe!

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