Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Fork Tongue, artist - Royalston. Date of issue: 05.10.2017
Song language: English
Fork Tongue |
| Eyes on the size of a blank cheque |
| If only they signed, could they cash this |
| Thatcher’s viewpoint surpassed it |
| Tuned into past tense |
| Tuna pasta pass it |
| Blast, took a stab and he ashed it |
| And still no 'tache till the casket |
| Plant words on lines like parsnips |
| Tryna fit 'em in like fruit basket |
| Smartest around, I’m class of the clown and still passed it |
| Spy him eyeing up colours like light blue |
| Floating cause I’m glued to the skyline nights applied to |
| Hiking through Haikus |
| Blinded by jibes from the IQ |
| LYFLYK’s a Viking on mics too |
| Forked tongue, flamethrower for the verse |
| Like a Moltres in person, the lips all burnt |
| Oldest fan was a Mr Burns, rubbing hands covered in ash we stashed in urns |
| An earnest wordsmith unearthing verbs |
| MC’s who dare venture, never return |
| I would’ve thought by now you’d’ve learnt |
| Should’ve turned back when his lips first pursed |
| Spy him eyeing up colours like light blue |
| Floating cause I’m glued to the skyline nights applied to |
| Hiking through Haikus |
| Blinded by jibes from the IQ |
| LYFLYK’s a Viking on mics too |
| Forked tongue, flamethrower for the verse |
| Like a Moltres in person, the lips all burnt |
| Oldest fan was a Mr Burns, rubbing hands covered in ash we stashed in urns |
| An earnest wordsmith unearthing verbs |
| MC’s who dare venture, never return |
| I would’ve thought by now you’d’ve learnt |
| Should’ve turned back when his lips first pursed |
| Ate his whole weight for what the taste was worth but has still never quenched |
| that day-old thirst |
| Slurping on worms and Percy pigs from birth ‘til the first days of nursery kid |
| Baba taught me Turkish in minimal amounts, enough to purchase kebabs on nights |
| out |
| Hush, lights out, now focus on the ghosties |
| Casper friendly flow, so no Kony |
| Joke on me? |
| The joke’s on you while you broke in a homeless place my pays due |
| Blowing smoke at a hopeless pace I’ll race you |
| Up a mountain’s face, the place was K2 |