Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Thrupenny Bits , by - Colossus. Release date: 09.07.2020
Song language: English
Thrupenny Bits |
| Ain’t a problem that the love can’t fix |
| Though I’m down to my thripney bits I must admit that |
| Less is more, more is less |
| In the struggle, this might keep my mind fresh |
| This is how we knead dough, how we make bread |
| Word edible, many may eat what I said |
| Treat what I said like it’s some deep shit |
| Straight from the abyss, my French kiss |
| Smack my rooney, black butter moon is |
| Which past the moon the gunga peas cooked up |
| Hooked up with soul but no sound for clearance |
| Bastard, got no home and no parents |
| Just be just, just just about just me |
| That’s why none of you here could ever trust me |
| Got the need to secure my future |
| Beautiful dudeness, salute my yutes for |
| Them type of scroll a heart reflection |
| love vivisection |
| I dedicate this to all the peeps who keep the culture |
| You my sculpture! |
| Ain’t a problem that the love can’t fix |
| Though I’m down to my thripney bits I must admit that |
| Less is more, more is less |
| In the struggle, this might keep my mind fresh |
| Ain’t a problem that the love can’t fix |
| Though I’m down to my thripney bits I must admit that |
| Less is more, more is less |
| In the struggle, this might keep my mind fresh |
| Lived for more than a thousand days straight |
| Twisted, looking inside my self-hate |
| The more I study, the less I know |
| And my hippie mind tells me to go with the flow |
| So whatchasayin' brother brother |
| Whatchasayin' mother mother |
| Whatchasayin' sister sister |
| Love to love and oh daddy |
| We can’t forget your part, in many cases |
| We may regret your part |
| And it’s harsh, the life lesson that the schools don’t teach |
| For whom the heart beats to reach out to love |
| Sacred feeling, I keep the guts love |
| Brenda, she’s pregnant? |
| Yes mama |
| Triple blackness? |
| Whoa, smells like death |
| Triple blackness? |
| Whoa, smells like life |
| Close to paradise where the gods were near |
| Those that don’t hear will definitely feel |
| Real deal, keeping it meal, keeping it glutton |
| Everything is everything, nothing ain’t nothing |
| Ain’t a problem that the love can’t fix |
| Though I’m down to my thripney bits I must admit that |
| Less is more, more is less |
| In the struggle, this might keep my mind fresh |
| Ain’t a problem that the love can’t fix |
| Though I’m down to my thripney bits I must admit that |
| Less is more, more is less |
| In the struggle, this might keep my mind fresh |