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black earth theory - silly/money lyrics

[intro]

(hey tewo, i hope this isn’t a bad time but everyone’s been asking where you’ve been. i hope you’re okay, call me back)

(you good lucifer)
this isn’t right
(you good lucy)
none of this is even right
this isn’t even the music i want to make
this isn’t right

[verse 1: black earth theory]

i feel like rubber, silly puddy, smooth as silky b-tter, bubbly, cuddling with colors
how’d i get so lucky?
pretty snuggly
crow and dove flying above me
night is sunny
bunny hop through portals in which universe should i get comfy
hideous seems pretty lovely if you want it to be
strike up conversations with n0body while i’m grinning dummy
stupid lookin’ future lookin’ through the lookin’ pyrex
future cookin’, you mistook the hourgl-ss for timex
why stress?
i feel silly, for really, jelly inside my belly
i feel spelly, looking for a word that words can’t tell me
i feel feely, i hear smelly
i think clearly, or so help me
winking all my eyes
well i think that’s all my eyes
i drink it in with my eyes
till i got wrinkles round my eyes
ash a ring around the rosie i’m a wrinkle in our time
if it’s wrong then i do not want to be right
(what’s right, right?)

[verse 2: black earth theory]

i feel like rubber, silly putty, and my stomach steal my tummy from my belly
take the moony from the sunny
ayo dunny, gin and rummy
turn to 52 card pick it up, see
this is what you miss when you zone out, blink, cough, hiccup, sneeze
i feel so funny, milk and honey, spilling slushie, still no ugly, willow the tree, pillow fluffy, feel so puffy
indica weed, k!ll the jumpy, egyptian mummy, million buck me, chillin’ bummy, still a hundred dollar billy feeling in my tummy
feely touchy, touchy feely, teely fouchy
feelin’ hungry
build a country out of stem cellies stuck up in my dutchie
life is funny, i’ll laugh harder if you try to swipe it from me
money doesn’t matter to your mind if your mind is money

[bridge: black earth theory]

wake up with crusty eyelids that need adjusting
bright eyed and bushy tailed my whole body’s fluffy
these rusty old bones are in desperate need of a dusting
(wait, wait, what do i say here?)
something, something, something, something

[verse 3: black earth theory]

mind on money? nah my mind is money
yours seems kinda muddy
money, money, money on your mind when the money wants ya
i don’t love the money but the money love me
money mantra
i don’t want the money but money always come to and from me
money mantra
i don’t love the money but the money love me
i don’t want the money but the money still come to and from me
dummy contra
not enough money past living comfy
i need all the money
money to put food in starving tummies
money money
i don’t love the money but the money love me
i don’t want the money but the money still come to and from me
money money mantra
i could make wine out of muddy waters
money launder
millions of miles away my money’s longer

[outro]

(cameron, this is your conscience speaking. k!ll the emperor. k!ll! k!ll! k!ll!)

- black earth theory lyrics

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