Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Mouthful, artist - Themselves. Album song The No Music, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 21.11.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: A PURPLE 100
Song language: English
Mouthful |
Adam/Jeff and I go mad to California |
Penny hunt the first six months |
Wash, there we stand |
Three key apartment hemorrhaging in hand |
They were |
Teeth clamped |
To face first |
You fell into the door |
They took the doorknob |
Out, they all feel falling |
Shattered, fish bowl |
Rocks out into your mouth |
Your eyes were huge |
Taking an airplane home from work |
We imagined the man hour earth strapped |
In, in scaffold like skeleton, in numb |
Knowingness throw that blurs birthdays and background |
Vocals and mean |
It’s all a blur waiting for the one on relax |
Rockstar, rockstar |
(What else is there?) |
We’ve been in order through teeth jars and beard fire |
Smashing out, out our teeth |
Lest anchorman lip sync |
Blaring their teeth |
As soon as nature takes your teeth down to one sheet |
No music plays in hospitals |
The sun hit me like black |
And my wallet sat |
There with a knife and a fork and a napkin 'round its neck |
That was my 2/24/2001 |
And i don’t think i like my landlord well at all |
His crown and hair-filled ear |
Ooh that’s a dirty rat |
See, in the post-pension race |
Your gift wrist-watch sets the pace |
A half-a-handcuff clock in your junk drawer box |
They’re items for your time capsule coughing |
To stack atop your peers |
All that money made is gone |
Don’t think it’s real, it’s never there |
You got a three-piece? |
(Mmm, quit that shi…) |
You got a whip? |
(Nah, quit that shi…) |
You got a home? |
Not if we quit that shit |
We’re new to this burnt star |
On a door to a floor in space |
Or should we give it up for |
Death insurance, work friends, and a smile that’s fake? |
M-O-N-E-Y is riding on me but this day’s |
A poem made of glass and some must break |
You want to feel the other |
So Wednesday’s empty pocket keeps us in a forty-hour check |
Linked to a chain gang, grinning (cha-ching!) |
When people aren’t happy, they want change |
Somebody might notice us up here |
Somebody might notice us up here |