Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song COLOSSAL JONES, artist - Lee Scott. Album song Lou Reed 2000, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 20.12.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Blah
Song language: English
COLOSSAL JONES |
Mountains cry as I’m bouncing by |
I tip-toe and slap your star sign out the sky |
Extinguishing the sun with a finger and a thumb |
Cut the Earth open like a coconut |
And fill the shit with rum |
A rain drop in the ocean of Ganymede |
Oh, the joy |
I make Odin trade his gallant steed |
For a My Little Pony toy |
Then break it |
In front of his face |
And leave his soul destroyed |
When I throw the broken pieces over Sid’s fence |
Top 5, dead or alive |
Confuse your sixth sense |
I slur me words |
Slurp me booze and curse |
Do me worst and create the perfect universe |
Medusa’s pupils burst when I strike a pose |
I throw a towel over the flat Earth to iron clothes |
Flip the sign to 'Closed' it’s time to go |
The only thing I like about people is the silent 'O' |
Everything is just something that’s nice to know |
Compared to me the speed of light is slow |
And I’m dense |
Create a new lake dribbling spit |
Sit on a see-saw and lift Lord Nibbler’s shit |
Unicron with megadruple XL Gucci on |
Going places with cruise ship anchor ropes for laces |
Win the global tech race with an Elysium leg brace |
An infinite galaxy’s in me head space |
Your strip of dense forestry’s my sprig of fresh broccoli |
All these bitches feel my shivers tectonically |
I became everyone, consume the whole room |
And played every single human in a film that ends horribly |
So, picture me rolling |
You better be a thousand feet tall with green skin if you’re trolling |
Squeeze a star in my hand and huff the gas |
While these speckled pink planets in my drink are dissolving |
I ride in a rocking chair |
Sudden avalanche falling from my nostril hair |
I creep the city out with a solemn stare |
Every cough is gale force, a sudden rush of rotten air |
Take a pitching wedge to the golden sun, hole in one |
Popping planets with a swollen thumb |
They try send for the High exalted One |
It takes more than a stretch of marble pillars to hold my tongue |
Red carpet for these ants, now |
Build a statue in my image |
Wake up, turn the sun to full blast |
Then I brush a dust mite from my skin and it eats a village |
You can still see it snaking in the long grass |
Cut and paste my face into the montage |
Melt a couple glaciers for a hot bath |
And spot illegal whaling operations in my shot glass |