Cavetown, Queefius The Queef God - Purity lyrics
[Cavetown, Queefius The Queef God - Purity lyrics]
What makes someone pure?
I hate it when someone thinks being pure
Is the same thing as being God's angel
But, it's just bringing your true-self out
Who are you really?
Often I am upset that I cannot fall in love
But I guess
This avoids the stress of falling out of it
Are you you tired of me yet?
I'm a little sick right now, but I swear
When I'm ready I will fly us out of here
Sometimes, when I feel so pissed I just curse
When anger doesn't go away I rehearse
All the shit that I
Said that's labeled offensive hold up
There is no reason to get so defensive
'Cause I'm just so damn stressed
But I won't lay a hand
Got to stay focused on making
Some bands for my kin
Lived a life full of sin
Mistakes aren't for nothing
Don't go to the bin
Often I am upset that I cannot
Fall in love but I guess
This avoids the stress of falling out of it
Are you you tired of me yet?
I'm a little sick right now, but I swear
When I'm ready I will fly us out of here
When I feel a certain way, got to get on
Like MØ, I need someone to lean on
Times getting hard the day goes on, no
You don't need no manual
This ain't no auto
If it gets hot, fuck an otter pop
That shit irrelevant, call it fodder drop
Yes, I need head, she give a writer top
Then I roll out, like a fucking autobot, ayy
If you're tired of me
Then, tell it straightforward
Don't sugarcoat
I can't deny the truth, yes
It will always hurt
I can't deny the truth, yeah, will I will I
Ah fuck
This is how I truly feel accept it
Ayy, ayy, ayy
I hate it when someone thinks being pure
Is the same thing as being God's angel
But, it's just bringing your true-self out
Who are you really?
Often I am upset that I cannot fall in love
But I guess
This avoids the stress of falling out of it
Are you you tired of me yet?
I'm a little sick right now, but I swear
When I'm ready I will fly us out of here
Sometimes, when I feel so pissed I just curse
When anger doesn't go away I rehearse
All the shit that I
Said that's labeled offensive hold up
There is no reason to get so defensive
'Cause I'm just so damn stressed
But I won't lay a hand
Got to stay focused on making
Some bands for my kin
Lived a life full of sin
Mistakes aren't for nothing
Don't go to the bin
Often I am upset that I cannot
Fall in love but I guess
This avoids the stress of falling out of it
Are you you tired of me yet?
I'm a little sick right now, but I swear
When I'm ready I will fly us out of here
When I feel a certain way, got to get on
Like MØ, I need someone to lean on
Times getting hard the day goes on, no
You don't need no manual
This ain't no auto
If it gets hot, fuck an otter pop
That shit irrelevant, call it fodder drop
Yes, I need head, she give a writer top
Then I roll out, like a fucking autobot, ayy
If you're tired of me
Then, tell it straightforward
Don't sugarcoat
I can't deny the truth, yes
It will always hurt
I can't deny the truth, yeah, will I will I
Ah fuck
This is how I truly feel accept it
Ayy, ayy, ayy