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nibba productions - we don't talk about zimmy lyrics

we don’t talk about zimmy!, no, no, no!
we don’t talk about zimmy!!… but
we were in the vc! we were in the vc!
we were getting dubskis, and there wasn’t a dart in the chat
no darts allowed in the chat
zimmy joins in with a mischievous grin
peruvian!!!!!!!!
you telling this story, or am i?
i’m sorry, maddox, go on
zimmy says, “it looks like rem”
why did he tell us?
he paints his nails, he becomes femme
vincent, get the katana!
gaming while it’s pouring rain
what a boring day… but anyway
(both) we don’t talk about zimmy, no, no, no!
we don’t talk about zimmy!
hey! grew to live in fear of him stuttering or stumbling
i could always hеar him sort of muttering and mumbling

i associate him with the sound of popping zits, pop+pop+pop
it’s a hеavy lift, with a gift so humbling
always left hani and the hodges fumbling
grappling with stupidity they couldn’t understand
do you understand?
a “5’12” frame
grease along his back
when he clocks into work
it all fades to black
he sees your meat+o
and feasts cause he’s keto (hey!)
we don’t talk about zimmy no, no, no! (we don’t talk about zimmy, no, no, no!)
we don’t talk about zimmy (we don’t talk about zimmy!)
he told me he’d get b+tches
the next day: none! (no, no!)
he told me i’d get free nitro
and unlike he said… (no! no!)
he said that he would cut his hair shorter, but look at his head (no no hey!)
his fate is sealed when his texts are left on read!
he told me that the face of his dreams would be promised, and someday be his…
he told me that his acne would leave, like the clouds right after the storm
óye, vincent’s on his way
he told me that the goth of his dreams would be just out of reach
dating another
it’s like i hear him now
hey jack, i want not a sound out of you (it’s like i can hear him now)
i can hear him now
um, zimmy…
yeah, about that zimmy…
i really need to know about zimmy…
gimme the truth and the whole truth, zimmy
(isabella, your girlfriend’s here)
time for dinner!
a “5’12” frame (we were in call, we were in call)
rats along his back (we were gaming)
when he calls into work (and there wasn’t a peruvian in the chat)
it all fades to black (no darts allowed in the chat!)
yeah, he sees your meat+o (zimmy joins vc with a mischievous grin)
and feasts cause he’s keto (peruvian!)
you telling this story, or am i?
i’m sorry, maddox, go on (óye, vincent’s on his way)
zimmy says, “it looks like rem” (a “5’12” frame, rats along his back)
in doing so, he makes us leave
gaming while it’s pouring rain
he’s here!
don’t talk about zimmy, no! (why did i talk about zimmy?)

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