Lyrics Dinosaur Blood - PHFAT, P.H. Fat, Michael Zietsman

Dinosaur Blood

Mike
Ah the sun’s so yellow here
That’s not what I was told
The sand makes my throat dry
My skin feels so old
It’s warm here but I’m cold
The earth here feels electric
I wish I could go home
This oxygen’s pathetic
Spend all my time being cold in the sunshine
Fuck psychedelic antidotes
I’ll be cold by myself
And the shell round my brain might stretch thin
I’ll see colours in the sky for weeks
When the creeps scream
It’s gon' be synthesized coming from inside a place
Where evil goes to die an' get rebuilt
I’m coming back a super-Mike
Howling at the moon for being grey
I’m howling at the moon
I’m howling at you
I’m talking 'bout dinosaur love
And hugs
And flowers
And pictures on the wall
And dogs
And super powers
Yellow sticky notes screaming: 'be ten thousand tercent'
And spelling FFF, to make my friends laugh
A ninja slug master mass slowly gets a raise
Drawing on the wall, by drawing on your face
Can you taste what I mean?
Can you taste?
Can you taste?
-Disco
I’m talking 'bout dinosaur blood
And thugs
And liars
And bitches on the floor making love to my super powers
Yellow sticky dope you screaming: 'You suck"
Hours on end, and spelling XXX to make my bitch scream
While Paranormal Ox Man’s trying to get paid
I’m drawing on the wall by drawing on your face
Can you taste what I mean?
Can you taste?
Can you taste?
Super slick slip stream
Disco with a lazer beam
Teleport my pencil point
Grips when your shit squeezed
Happy if you’re happy with your desk job
Super hero dinosaur freaking people
Let’s start getting evil
Paranormal Ox with my power print socks
Drawing pictures on the wall
While the universe rots
Alright, I got that super shit
Dripping from my fingertips
Blacker than the hole that I live in when I get sick of shit
Now!
I got my liquid love flowing with my thug lips
Rapping to the beats of the ocean, now!
Bitches.
I’m talking 'bout dinosaur blood
And thugs
And liars
And bitches on the floor making love to my super powers
Yellow sticky dope you screaming: 'You suck"
Hours on end, and spelling XXX to make my bitch scream
While Paranormal Ox Man’s trying to get paid
I’m drawing on the wall by drawing on your face
Can you taste what I mean?
Can you taste?
Can you taste motherfucker?!