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kollector - catatonic lyrics

[become aware of what you are thinking, and you will recognize
a lot between your mood and your surrounding circumstances]

i might, i might, i might blow it up
[the bomb has been planted]
f+ck it
i might blow it up
minesweeper
f+ck it
got her ass shaking like a speaker
cat fur all on my velvet sneaker
chemicals in the lab, i got wok in the beaker

i got a full zip hood and i’m blinded by my beanie
play your cards right, might grant your wish like magic genie
now i’m waiting on the plug, but i can’t act too feiney
i’m a shy guy, actually i am a meanie
(f+ck you)

cat got my tongue
(my tongue)
i’m catatonic
i got rings and red shoes, like i’m cosplaying sonic
i got rings and racecars like i’m cosplaying nascar
(burn the rubbish in the back back of the backyard)
cat got my tongue
(huh)
i’m catatonic
(on it)
commie and a bomb fit, fl!ck me up on the bonnet
sonnet in the moonlit marble courtyard
you don’t got no game, don’t even have memory card
[kollector]
sand castle, i will stand on it
neighbors smoke rock so i, call ’em comet
925 ’til i die, natech monist
8 rusty beers got my tummy chronic, sh+t’s euphonic
[yes]

my speech is slurred
did i wire the transfer?
(did i?)
you move insecure, yeah you do jack, i’m daxter
you’re rat sh+t, i’m clank
peyton manning forehead sized bank account
could give a f+ck about a discount

cat got my tongue
(my tongue)
i’m catatonic
i got rings and red shoes, like i’m cosplaying sonic
i got rings and racecars like i’m cosplaying nascar
(yeah burn the rubbish in the back back of the backyard)
cat got my tongue
(huh)
i’m catatonic
(on it)
commie and a bomb fit, fl!ck me up on the bonnet
sonnet in the moonlit marble courtyard
you don’t got no game, don’t even have memory card
[kollector wins]
yeah cat got my tongue
i’m catatonic
(on it)
catatonic means i’m mute, like gromit
(i’m it)
sleight of my hand, you can call me pickpocket
crt tv display, panasonic
[you did not start no car battery with your bare hands
if i didn’t, may god murder my children, i don’t even
i hate that i even spoke about that,if i didn’t may god murder my children
no don’t say that
please, k!ll ’em, today
right now, today
and+and to be honest with you
i just put my hands over the battery, and prayed
lord, please let this woman’s battery start
on a physics level, that’s impossible…]

- kollector lyrics

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