Panda Bear - playing the long game lyrics
[Panda Bear - playing the long game lyrics]
Waking on a may be cloudy, may be rain
Playing at a may be cloudy kind of game
Slip on every step amidst a morning rush
(Slipping on) crashing like a fact and now
I'm in it's clutch
I'm juking all the baggage
Keep it in a straight line
And if when separated
I can keep it in the right mind
(Just one time)
And then I slip into a feeling
(Feeling, feeling, feeling, feeling, feeling
Feeling)
Slip into a feeling, write a little rhyme
Ladies riding refuse like a rooster's cry
(Cry)
I'm tickled with a gobble, what you gonna do?
Vision like a bubble right in front of you
Even when a noggin is a cup of dread
Used to be a comment, was a temporal thing
And every single good jam dries
Drying on the vine like a little sweet thing
Rotting in a can
Playing at a may be cloudy kind of game
Slip on every step amidst a morning rush
(Slipping on) crashing like a fact and now
I'm in it's clutch
I'm juking all the baggage
Keep it in a straight line
And if when separated
I can keep it in the right mind
(Just one time)
And then I slip into a feeling
(Feeling, feeling, feeling, feeling, feeling
Feeling)
Slip into a feeling, write a little rhyme
Ladies riding refuse like a rooster's cry
(Cry)
I'm tickled with a gobble, what you gonna do?
Vision like a bubble right in front of you
Even when a noggin is a cup of dread
Used to be a comment, was a temporal thing
And every single good jam dries
Drying on the vine like a little sweet thing
Rotting in a can
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