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mag.lo - waiting room lyrics

[verse 1]
sublime libido mind tricks
bad juju, make you coocoo
watch you end up on the noon news
and in new news
no new friends no new new
almost had a catch
but her sn+tch smelled of doo doo
alright alright alright
got that spit on loop virus
i wonder if grunge bands
wrote lyrics in papyrus
or maybe comic sans
prolly not, worst font
it should be banned
along with wingdings
even though
it spells out everything that i’m thinking
thinking that if another weekend goes by
and she made other plans, but she never cancelled mine
and hers, the line between reality
and what i thought i might’ve hеrd
will be so f+cking blurred
if i werе pure, i could ride it like flyin’ nimbus
unfortunately destructed by a bio+chemisty
she wanna know what makes me tick
but i don’t understand
is this a date or we just hangin out? cause we were holding hands…
so…
[chorus]
if i wanna lay in bed for an hour
try to get these words sorted out
flowers on the popcorn ceiling
remind me i can keep on dreaming
and we won’t spend our lives in the waiting room no more
if i wanna get away who says, who says i can’t?

[verse 2]
dear love, life is a lucid dream, i fear
feels like reality truncates
each day i wake ambition disappears
often i compare myself to peers
write lyrics that you’ll never hear
but this year, i’m going all out
lyrical bouts over some phat bass
smooth chimes to make the girls girate they
abdomins like sine waves
some people said my music helped them through some less than fine days
that’s all i ever wanted, really
i’ve been stagnant, cause my music gets a little feely
don’t really try to be ironic, try to state it clearly
you’re out to see the world, that’s a dream of mine. too
milan to shibuya is my ideal route
take the whole trip in fresh ass suit
meet someone like you
make some inside jokes, maybe say i do
maybe raise a few kids, maybe more than a few
but either way i gotta make it out the waiting room, saaaid
[chorus]
if i wanna lay in bed for an hour
try to get these words sorted out
flowers on the popcorn ceiling
remind me i can keep on dreaming
and we won’t spend our lives in the waiting room no more
if i wanna get away who says, who says i can’t?

- mag lo lyrics

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