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risky4real - feast lyrics

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[verse 1]
crispy view in the window is calling
snow piles make the sunlight brighter
anyway, i don’t want the time to get stolen
new years, all my crew is invited

seemed we had all day as usual
but everyone is in winter hibernation mode
the table expected to be a fusion
i’m excited to see who’s getting what

[chorus]
i guess russian called russian cuz we are rushing
they call it a cat that looks at the clock
i call it bring any goods of any fashion
when we ready to fireworks, you call it potluck
i guess russian called russian cuz we are rushing
they call it a cat that looks at the clock
i call it bring any goods of any fashion
when we ready to fireworks, you call it potluck

[verse 2]
heater is heating, heating hard i’m boiling
my hand is reaching window to throw open it
might seem so, but it’s not boring
my fam is coming, i’m almost ready to greet
olivier the salad, of course, i have a bucket
herring under the fur, i got a dish glass
b+tter caviar sandwiches, the guests are lucky
finally found caviar, it was such a stress

[chorus]
i guess russian called russian cuz we are rushing
they call it a cat that looks at the clock
i call it bring any goods of any fashion
when we ready to fireworks, you call it potluck
i guess russian called russian cuz we are rushing
they call it a cat that looks at the clock
i call it bring any goods of any fashion
when we ready to fireworks, you call it potluck

[verse 3]
no way, you’ll make me out after the midnight
i’d curse everything to go on the frost
it’s warm enough here, though not 80 in fahrenheit
ice flowers melted, windowsill now looks gross

that patterns left the glass of the window
almost as fast as this year gone
time is ticking, guys, where you’ve been to
grab the plates, while i’m picking the phone
[chorus]
i guess russian called russian cuz we are rushing
they call it a cat that looks at the clock
i call it bring any goods of any fashion
when we ready to fireworks, you call it potluck
i guess russian called russian cuz we are rushing
they call it a cat that looks at the clock
i call it bring any goods of any fashion
when we ready to fireworks, you call it potluck



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