Lyrics Where the Wild Things Roam - Quelle Chris

Where the Wild Things Roam

Such a slick way to maneuver
The wine is at a ditch stink of manure
Whatever you knew her
It’s like whatever
You might be cold but life is more clever
So we took the lever, the grip
Chameleon but not reptilian, the gift
The words do flips and shit off of the lips
Styling
Early the hat is straight but the hair gets curly
But now that you know what I mean
I introduce the dudes proof supreme
The last of the Mohicans
Geeking out below
Where the wild things roam
The fat lady went «Ah!»
The drums went badum
Guerrilla army
Guerrilla army
Guerrilla army
The mercenaries in the area
This dog aides but it ain’t gonna carry you
You can tell the way they stand when we walk by
There must be something in the air
I’m just that guy
Give it up like a scopalina high
Bouncing that bass might trampoline your rye
Funky weed smell like monkeys trampled on the lie
King shit got bitches trying to keep me pampered on the side
Getting tethered like the boys from Detroit do it
They said it’s better when the boys from Detroit do it
Remy V Jimmy Hand Rock and Charles
God bless the soul
If you’re gonna go on do it
Guerrilla army
Guerrilla army
Guerrilla army
Guerrilla army
Guerrilla army