I apologize
Lemme light your cigarette
Come visit Kansas for a week of debauchery
Songs and high fives and weird sex
Cute thing
Don't be rude, thing
Hot thing
It was nothing
Oh god
Give me Frank Ocean's voice
And James Brown's stage presence
I will be your rock god when you're rolling the dice
I got so fucking romantic
I apologize
Lemme smoke your weed, no wait
Healthy minds make sexy bodies
Let us touch so much of ourselves together
Cute thing
Don't be rude, thing
Hot thing
It was nothing
Dog
Give me one little chance
I can make you a man
I will be your rock dog when you're rolling your eyes
Do do do do do do do do
Do do do do do do do do
Do do do do do do do do
Do do do do do do do do
He died in an explosion
Of mixed media and poorly written reviews
And some stammering drunk who tried to tell him how good his shit was
That's, that's some good shit, man
I accidentally spoke your first name aloud
Trying to make it fit in the lyrics of "Ana Ng," worked like a charm
We're getting old
When will we walk in each other's majestic presence?
Listen, hear my words
They're the ones you would think I would say if I was John Linnell
Or trying to be John Linnell
I am loved
I am loved
I would sleep naked
Next to you naked
I am loved
I am loved
I would sleep naked
Next to you naked
I am loved
I am loved
Like some excommunicated priest
Casting demons
Asked one what its name was
I got so fucking romantic I apologize Lemme light your cigarette Come visit Kansas for a week of debauchery Songs and high fives and weird sex Cute thing Don't be rude, thing Hot thing It was nothing Oh god Give me Frank Ocean's voice And James Brown's stage presence I will be your rock god when you're rolling the dice I got so fucking romantic I apologize Lemme smoke your weed, no wait Healthy minds make sexy bodies Let us touch so much of ourselves together Cute thing Don't be rude, thing Hot thing It was nothing Dog Give me one little chance I can make you a man I will be your rock dog when you're rolling your eyes Do do do do do do do do Do do do do do do do do Do do do do do do do do Do do do do do do do do He died in an explosion Of mixed media and poorly written reviews And some stammering drunk who tried to tell him how good his shit was That's, that's some good shit, man I accidentally spoke your first name aloud Trying to make it fit in the lyrics of "Ana Ng," worked like a charm We're getting old When will we walk in each other's majestic presence? Listen, hear my words They're the ones you would think I would say if I was John Linnell Or trying to be John Linnell I am loved I am loved I would sleep naked Next to you naked I am loved I am loved I would sleep naked Next to you naked I am loved I am loved Like some excommunicated priest Casting demons Asked one what its name was Explain Request ×
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