Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Deliberate Jibberish, artist - Latyrx. Date of issue: 04.11.2013
Song language: English
Deliberate Jibberish |
| Knowing what I know I can tell you that I don’t know much |
| A little bit less than a lot but a little bit more than I know |
| Just a normal amount won’t do |
| I need to pinch off salt not a punch |
| A pinch or a punch |
| A punch, a pinch was the diff do it up |
| Just to give a little something kick it up |
| Just a notch |
| Add some fine red wine in fact |
| Let me get a little bit before you give the whole bottle up in the mix |
| Who am I one time? |
| (whoo I’m lit) |
| They think I’m tipsy, whistling, tripping, kissing |
| Is the whole bottle empty or bending |
| Deliberate jibberish |
| Deliberate jibberish of the alliterate |
| ? |
| a critical self impression of silliness |
| Whatever the limits of the? |
| relative of rebellious |
| Tell 'em the present is relegate the pressures of present intelligence in a |
| sense |
| Everyone rides against the intents of the rest suggested to rest in the repress |
| in the senses |
| Got to go further than left and right |
| Even if it might seem senseless |
| Deliberate Jibberish (x4) |
| Takin' and makin the shot |
| No seconds left on the clock |
| And not a mouse with the rock |
| Hickery Dickery Dock |
| Leaving the writers in shock |
| Puttin' the woman on top |
| Spot gettin' awfully hot |
| Words that’ll thickin' the plot |
| Nothing at all that could stop |
| Nothing at all that could stop |
| Nobody knows what tomorrow’s gonna bring |
| The sun on the swing |
| Or the moon on a string |
| A UFO full of benevolent beings |
| To transport us with the satellite wings |
| To a place where people are made of pure energy |
| And the rhythm of the speech is a lyric and a beat |
| Ain’t got no teeth |
| Voices will heal again |
| And no condominiums |
| Racism ain’t no more |
| Away from the idiots |
| A plate of spaghettium |
| Grapes of Tahitian treats |
| I always love me a Tahitian treat |
| A little shaved ice |
| And a little red beans |
| ? |
| nice with a little Jim Beam |
| A mountain of wine with a pretty young thing |
| Making her sing in the video stream |
| A little Bo Peep |
| I’m the unicorn king |
| With a heart on my sleeve |
| With a heart on my sleeve |
| Tell me what does that mean |
| Forget what you believe in do it now? |
| Stream of consciousness into the sea of everything |
| And you could be what you are seeing just as real as DMT |
| Like the reality of clinging like a? |
| drinking tea |
| Realities released |
| Deliberate jibberish (x6) |