Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Rabbit Hole, artist - Secret Band. Album song LP2, in the genre Пост-хардкорDate of issue: 19.04.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Rise
Song language: English
Rabbit Hole |
| Yeah, what you think they’re clapping for? |
| My ass a porch, and I dance for dorks |
| I know one day I’ll be a flaccid corpse |
| So I guess I’m aiming to not be poor |
| I’ll battle with a flattened floor |
| And smash my mouth till a star is born |
| Yeah, get 'em early 'fore their brains is formed |
| And feed it demons, we should all watch porn |
| I wanna get paid |
| I wanna get paid |
| I wanna get paid |
| Am I setting a trap through the looking glass? |
| I can prove that my memories, I remember being in them |
| It all felt like a nap, I woke up in the past |
| I’m confused, but my memories, I remember being in them |
| Right? |
| Right? |
| Right? |
| You don’t wanna be here, you don’t wanna be bored |
| We need another planet and a new kinda sport |
| I feel like I’m Samus, but my suit’s an orange |
| And my arm is full of juice, too much drug use |
| Honey, honey, honey, the bees are in need |
| We’re starting to bleed, save up all of your weed |
| Everyone can see that you’ve been sucking on sedatives |
| That’s not your relative, you’re out of your element |
| I think I know what I’ve been talking about |
| I’m having some doubts, disillusioned with clout |
| Ho, another average piece, I feel like it’s rat food |
| I really like art, but forgot to get tattooed |
| A great Pyrenees a big ass dog |
| I fear my god, it knows when I’m wrong |
| Oh no, sacs getting overrun by bums |
| It used to be fun, now I hate the place I’m from |
| On my way to care |
| I fell right down the stairs |
| My device is getting scared |
| Embarrassed |
| I’m peeling myself off the roof |
| I’m searching my mind for the loot |
| I’m hoping my heart follows suit |
| I’m fairly American |
| It took a lotta thought to know |
| It took a lotta thought to know |
| If I’m on my feet, I’m pacing |
| Erasing relationships, I’m facing |
| No embracing, no more patience |
| No more trips, my vacations wasted |
| If the story that I tell is real |
| My shadow biting at my heels |
| I’m fabricated, then integrated |
| It’s shoved in a pill, hope you feel fulfilled |
| I wanna get paid |
| I wanna get paid |
| I wanna get paid |
| Am I setting a trap through the looking glass? |
| I can prove that my memories, I remember being in them |
| It all felt like a nap, I woke up in the past |
| I’m confused, but my memories, I remember being in them |