Daedelus, Busdriver - Was Waiting (ft. Busdriver) lyrics
[Daedelus, Busdriver - Was Waiting ft. Busdriver lyrics]
Lose some numbers and behind the long curtain
Waiting for stains to
(rinse?) and the costume change
Go join a band with unhealthy teens
With the self-esteem of a jellybean
Write a eulogy, and play an instrument
Decay in necromancy needing a cup of coffee
Lost in mania, my prosthetic veiny tongue
Up a lover's body, summer skies are smoggy
Deleted scenes, hide the modern tie
Repeated dreams, of the water sky
Paper rock scissors, with the world leaders
The greatest shoplifters in my storefront
I display my bleeding gums when I
Began to speak in tongues
And annoy the right-wing
Hanging from a kite string
I was soldered on
Person wasn't wasting water
Rules of man with the bull tongue alchemy
Come see empty hanger, seems full somehow
With paper airplanes
And favorite chair frames
He's been a sun knocker for
Inner rubber fence suit's
Am I the end of the fiscal year
The giant road but I shed a digital tear
This is the long version of the non-person
Machine hums, in solvent comet shirts
Allow my green thumbs, emboss a sunburn
I love it an inanimate object
A fragment of promise of the non-person
Machine hums, in solvent comet shirts
Allow my green thumbs, emboss a sunburn
I love it an inanimate object
A fragment of promise of the non-person
Waiting for stains to
(rinse?) and the costume change
Go join a band with unhealthy teens
With the self-esteem of a jellybean
Write a eulogy, and play an instrument
Decay in necromancy needing a cup of coffee
Lost in mania, my prosthetic veiny tongue
Up a lover's body, summer skies are smoggy
Deleted scenes, hide the modern tie
Repeated dreams, of the water sky
Paper rock scissors, with the world leaders
The greatest shoplifters in my storefront
I display my bleeding gums when I
Began to speak in tongues
And annoy the right-wing
Hanging from a kite string
I was soldered on
Person wasn't wasting water
Rules of man with the bull tongue alchemy
Come see empty hanger, seems full somehow
With paper airplanes
And favorite chair frames
He's been a sun knocker for
Inner rubber fence suit's
Am I the end of the fiscal year
The giant road but I shed a digital tear
This is the long version of the non-person
Machine hums, in solvent comet shirts
Allow my green thumbs, emboss a sunburn
I love it an inanimate object
A fragment of promise of the non-person
Machine hums, in solvent comet shirts
Allow my green thumbs, emboss a sunburn
I love it an inanimate object
A fragment of promise of the non-person