Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bloomer, artist - Secret Band. Album song LP2, in the genre Пост-хардкор
Date of issue: 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 |