Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Bloomer , by - Secret Band. Song from the album LP2, in the genre Пост-хардкорRelease date: 19.04.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Rise
Song language: English
Bloomer |
| I ain’t no fool |
| I cook the nuggets in the oven and they taste so good |
| That’s why I put 'em in my stomach |
| If you shake your fist then it won’t do nothing |
| If you shake your fist then it won’t do nothing |
| Yeah, I ain’t no fool |
| I’m petting puppies every day, please stay out the pool |
| I’m really worried bout your suede |
| If you shake your fist, then it won’t do nothing |
| If you shave your fist, then it won’t do- |
| I’m in all black, you can’t act |
| Don’t aim for the brain, you spinal tap |
| They can’t laugh or raise flags |
| Just suffer under weight of finance |
| Shilling for the center of nice |
| Looking for twice my type, some sort of innocent devil |
| Similar to good ass bread |
| It might feel soft to be dead and not really that awkward |
| Don’t become the father of a ladle |
| Have to scoop up soup filled with poop and pebbles |
| Don’t become a bird-ass horse |
| You’ll probably peck at a corpse and then fly through a meadow |
| I’m awake on an unimpressed star |
| I know who you are, you’re the feigning hope |
| The flailing rope you’ll hang yourself from |
| Was it fun running towards the sun? |
| I hope your problems fade away and solve themselves for you |
| Cause that’s the type of thing you’d say, you know not what it do |
| No more meaning, I’m receiving |
| That’s not healing, just revealing |
| What you have to lose |
| I’m in all black, you can’t act |
| Don’t aim for the brain, you spinal tap |
| They can’t laugh or raise flags |
| Just suffer under weight of finance |
| Its a style that you can’t undo |
| Your life’s the flu, thrown down the loo |
| Lies ain’t soap and they can’t save you |
| Amazing stuff, I’m so proud I can’t thank me enough |
| I ain’t no fool |
| I cook the nuggets in the oven and they taste so good |
| That’s why I put 'em in my stomach |
| If you shake your fist then it won’t do nothing |
| If you shake your fist then it won’t do nothing |
| Yeah, I ain’t no fool |
| I’m petting puppies every day, please stay out the pool |
| I’m really worried bout your suede |
| If you shake your fist, then it won’t do nothing |
| If you shave your fist, then it won’t do- |
| Shilling for the center of nice |
| Looking for twice my type, some sort of innocent devil |
| Similar to good ass bread |
| It might feel soft to be dead and not really that awkward |
| Don’t become the father of a ladle |
| Have to scoop up soup filled with poop and pebbles |
| Don’t become a bird-ass horse |
| You’ll probably peck at a corpse and then fly through a meadow |
| I’m awake on an unimpressed star |
| I know who you are, you’re the feigning hope |
| The flailing rope you’ll hang yourself from |
| Was it fun running towards the sun? |
| I hope your problems fade away and solve themselves for you |
| Cause that’s the type of thing you’d say, you know not what it do |
| Shes the bottle I’m the cork |
| We’re an icy pillow fort |
| I’m some soup and shes a fork |
| We’re poised to knock it down |
| Nothing will replace it |
| I’m only trying, only trying |
| Not to run away, but I don’t wanna stay |