Lyrics Pet Sound - Puppetmastaz

Pet Sound

Turbid:
Yes it’s Turbid and I like to reclaim freely
Like tracks of da pigeons in the air you don’t see me
I’m a host of magical illusions
I be callin' vast amount of tibbits and intrusions
Croucho:
I love this place
It smells so good
It puts me in
A sunset mood
The skies pour down
Like ice cream
Listen to the juice
Of my light beam
Snuggles:
This the sun settin' snuggles
Stepppin' up
Fill your hearts like a teddy bear
Fizzy is my flow, fuzzy is my wear
Comin' in layers of sugar and frost
Sprad that fluffy island dust
Petticoat lady, pet the little bunny
Runny with the honey and I don’t need money
Fresh lemonade and sugar cane
Melting on the palm of my hand
Take you to the empty pleasure land
Boowaboowaboowaboo
Pet sound honey baby
Rubber soul runny Glowstick gravy
Boowaboowaboowaboo
Good luck fot the ride
Good luck for the ride
Good luck for the ride
That beats your dusty ride, that’s right
Croucho:
Boil it down
Caramelize
Make it soft for the ladies eyes
Get down on the croucho playground
In the chicklet castle i’m a goon in a gown
Wizard:
Sun and moon go hand in hand
Cryin' tears of a puppet band
If there’s a fire, there’s a fireman
Fun’s to be heard across the land
I do magical tricks, got a truckload full
Lying on the beach I get grabbed by the pull
Of the mystery waters
This one goes out to all sons and daughters
Turbid:
I be wobbelin gobbelin, see dis is da stardust-robbery
Pleasure island, where you come from dis is destillery
Of our minds our mission
We be fishin' for da loontoons rubbersoul spreadin' superstissiones
Pit:
The Beach and the Shore, cut copy and paste
Pitch mothafucka you know we got taste
Shhhhh — that’s how we do it
Shhhhh — 's how we grow doobidoo
Pet sound honey baby
Rubber soul runny Glowstick gravy
Bunny:
After dark we get the glowsticks out
Phosphorise and dont worry about
Nothin' never and no mans
Sellin' my muffins and charm in grams
Hammerhead:
Hold it, hold it
This is too sweet for me
I like salt water on a blood red reef
I eat off the shores of the pleasure island
Hammerhead, meatpies for milesin my land
Turbid:
We is a fluid unit
'n we is not going soon
It’s mars to settle down
For da stars da worlds a clown
Down us is goin' as a firethrower showin heat
Yeah ourselves is the one in the end we’s gonna meet
Yeah I wish you a good luck 'ah to store your nuts
To store your fruits
Whatever your boy whatever your mood’s like
We gonna keep on hikin through your chemicals
Whatever you say, your mind’s cotrolled by my chemicals
Of fills and skills over the hills
And shores we be spreadin' our dumbass thrills