Daniel Keplin - Old Days lyrics
[Daniel Keplin - Old Days lyrics]
They say they miss the old days
Old days, old days old days, old days
Always, always (Oh, awe)
Spaciousness, satanist, sadistic, not simple
I’m erupting so quick like Coke bottles
With bimbos this passionate equilibrium is
Very persistent i’m realistic
I’m sulfuric and enduring so wicked
Informative with all of this
Erosion causing spit i have more storage
Never boring like porridge
I’m luring opportunities
Causing ophthalmology with lyricism
And lyricist ways of enchanting steadily
Ultimately dynamic like every popular deity
My Impressiveness overshadows your scattered
Demonstrations and lost destinies
Anticipation, no enigmatic Cajun
Just separation
I’m like the demons frolicking
By the pettiness
Splayed my hand then grabbed the mic again
I bust like it’s seven minutes
In heaven or ten
More adequately responsive and responsible
It’s my fault that the
Children keep blaring Korn
I’m like demon horns
A sinister piercing force
Fornicating whores, building no remorse, just
Floors, sculpting more, I’m cooking
They adore
I’m immensely immodest, the hardest I’m sure
Indecorous, medicated but without
The glycerin musical desires
Concerts and visiting flowers when wired
Off legal stimulants in Florida
Hard to quit nicotine, abundantly tortuous
Simultaneously exquisite when I am adjusting
Like a chiropractor fixing backs
I'm so supercilious
Nobody can really mess with this!
They say they miss the old days
Old days, old days old days, old days
Old days, old days always, always
(Oh, awe)
Old days, old days old days, old days
Always, always (Oh, awe)
Spaciousness, satanist, sadistic, not simple
I’m erupting so quick like Coke bottles
With bimbos this passionate equilibrium is
Very persistent i’m realistic
I’m sulfuric and enduring so wicked
Informative with all of this
Erosion causing spit i have more storage
Never boring like porridge
I’m luring opportunities
Causing ophthalmology with lyricism
And lyricist ways of enchanting steadily
Ultimately dynamic like every popular deity
My Impressiveness overshadows your scattered
Demonstrations and lost destinies
Anticipation, no enigmatic Cajun
Just separation
I’m like the demons frolicking
By the pettiness
Splayed my hand then grabbed the mic again
I bust like it’s seven minutes
In heaven or ten
More adequately responsive and responsible
It’s my fault that the
Children keep blaring Korn
I’m like demon horns
A sinister piercing force
Fornicating whores, building no remorse, just
Floors, sculpting more, I’m cooking
They adore
I’m immensely immodest, the hardest I’m sure
Indecorous, medicated but without
The glycerin musical desires
Concerts and visiting flowers when wired
Off legal stimulants in Florida
Hard to quit nicotine, abundantly tortuous
Simultaneously exquisite when I am adjusting
Like a chiropractor fixing backs
I'm so supercilious
Nobody can really mess with this!
They say they miss the old days
Old days, old days old days, old days
Old days, old days always, always
(Oh, awe)