Charles Hamilton - Arcade Sparks lyrics

Arcade Sparks

I nod my head like a disco ball hip? No
But my hypnosis is a
Problem gripping the dough, it’s like 24
Quarter’s-worth of singles i sort-of work
As a performer of jingles
I just be catchy when I make my shit like
Why must these hackies want to hate my music?
Cry much? Exactly so I take my
Abusive nature or my sappy date music to
Play kind wave "Hi!" to ladies like
The fat kid in Sandlot take a fat dip
And they can’t be hot i splash
And they love to hate me
It’s fucking crazy! They would
Never fucking date me! But just
To be humble when
I send my flirts like, "Do you feel safe
When you’re in my dirt?" They give, i grin
I work, I get it in i’m a jerk
Bend it until their friends who also grin
How they got hurt?

Bounce like you’ve never had a Twizzler
And the sugar
Rush got you all nut-so bounce off the wall
Go for the Gusto! It’s a feeling you’re
Concealing in your gut so just go
Ba dum ba dum bum boo yah!
Ba dum ba dum bum boo yah!
Ba dum ba dum bum boo yah!
Ba dum ba dum bum boo yah!

Leisure suit bunny with a needle-proof
Tummy ever see "O?"
The Shakespeare-ience, you know? Shake
The mirror like, "Quit being fake and queer!
And write great like
Your nightmare was proving you’re
The weirdest!" So
Much for trying to rap normal
Like the rest of them grow up
The bomber’s at your door
So try to let him in so what?
The skies are packages as a sort
Of FedEx but since Rihanna’s back
Now I’m back just to
Mess with shit half-off like Hooters
At a Kmart section
Backwards i play on sections of prey
So pray the difference is A&E
Arts and entertainment when days
Are make-believe gateway drug
To not having to say nothing and allowing
Every beat speak in my
Confidence i’ve been this
Dramatic since Abramovitz and
O’Riordan no fear, then

Bounce like you’ve never had a Twizzler
And the sugar
Rush got you all nut-so bounce off the wall
Go for the Gusto! It’s a feeling you’re
Concealing in your gut so just go
Ba dum ba dum bum boo yah!
Ba dum ba dum bum boo yah!
Ba dum ba dum bum boo yah!
Ba dum ba dum bum boo yah!

The arpeggiator of words the
Messy major of English
Is steady breaking the pavement on the
Curb deadly ways of the creator keep my
Neighbor steady my lady neighbor downstairs
Got a Little Debbie cake ain't in her
Pockets the cake in her back pockets
Got me taking a break from track-popping
To have a lot of pics
So picture this: I sex better than sax
Deal with stress better sex is better
Than math the veteran of the sack is
Back in bed to snack on
The sacks and have a fetish for women
Who rap in their head when
They relax and that’s where I just
Let the beat black pleasant overthinking
Getting head in a trap

Bounce like you’ve never had a Twizzler
And the sugar
Rush got you all nut-so bounce off the wall
Go for the Gusto! It’s a feeling you’re
Concealing in your gut so just go
Ba dum ba dum bum boo yah!
Ba dum ba dum bum boo yah!
Ba dum ba dum bum boo yah!
Ba dum ba dum bum boo yah!