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too birds - day off lyrics

[v1: realname]
i conquer the sunset
with a bottle of rum having some drunk s-x
and the both of us c-m at the same time
dance to the dubstep
drunk on a winter night in a warehouse
flunkin’ exams becoming a man with her hair down
crushin’ a can with one hand in a hand stand
on a skateboard baked in a stairwell
with a scarecrow goin’ to show and tell stoned
wearing a black eye and a hickey
chair in a backsliding around
tearing these math guidances down
and macgyvering splits in trees with use by stickers
thick as thieves and exclusively sick disease
ditching english and ticking gs
fried as frickin’ chicken wings, writing
raps and ripping jeans on wire fence
avoiding ticket fees chased by insecurity
just trying to take it easy
try to be the coolest f-cking guy your mates could be with
try to be the guy that ladies sleep with
disguise my skinny body trying to hide a major weakness
yeah, maybe i should’ve ate my weet-bix
but how good is a sleep in?
a shallow piggy dipping his foot in the deep end
addicted to weed when he sees it his knees bend
when will the dream end?
a teenage bieverything trying to pretend i’ve never been seen red
feeling blue eating green bread
newly weds, young and stupid meatheads
full weekends, pool tables and ritual pretence
harder than it looks, that’s what she said
muck up day mattress squeaking f-ck the f-cking beep test
this is me best version of it, left at recess
and never went back
started spitting and never went whack in his new sh-t
i adapted like pterodactyls from raptors
from terras to too birds
never was too scared to learn
just too clever for cl-ss so kiss my -ss

[v2: teether]
it’s soft close on the eyelids when i’m outside
and i’ve been feeling like a pirate how i’m fiending for that booty
and my motives been consuming me
jazz cabbage and that saxophone solo
so for the moment, i’m not stressing ’bout the bread though
watch him roll locomotive, mr. plowing snow
but not that cold cold
flow slower like the mouth blow out indo
disjointed like the words snap those elbows
wall plugging loose jaws with a stern look
shock collar plus the strength of that right hook
eye colour blackening
the thought of one more is enough to break the packaging
stewed herbs with the structure two thirds of the way
never learn when they running out of verbs
too birds with the force of two herds
swapped my whip for a he-rs- ’cause we put them in the dirt

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