Taco Hemingway - Blueberries tekst piosenki (lyrics)

Goddamn it, now (Young Hems what the dealy?)
Goddamn it, now (Young Hems what the dealy?)
Goddamn it, now (Young Hems what the dealy?)
Goddamn it, now, My name
Isn't Taco, you know, my name is Filip

Sitting on a porch chair
Today I just don't care
Grab my friend's phone
"hey do you have any porn there?"
Overheard by female passerbys
There goes that long stare
Fuck ya'll bitches and glowing hair
Fuck your shoes and your gear
Pierced boobs and your ears
Fuck your blues and your chop'n'screws
And your rocking rolls
My genre is indie-folk-low-fi-post-weird
I'm beloved and ignored
Most loved and most feared
I'm a white European boy, best believe it boy


So much "weird" in my lyrics
That I'll never be employed latest ploy
Rape Freud with a phallic-shaped toy
Ask him for analysis
While my phallus is showing
Never been rich or piss-poor is it wrong?
Always low self-esteem
Like "what'd I get that kiss for?"
And then my ego exploded (Boom, boom) explode
Suddenly feeling like God when
He's blowing his load
On the face of his favorite pope
Screaming: "baby choke"
Then he's sucking on a blunt
Laced with his favorite dope
Screaming, quote: "Fuck Africa i'm
Gonna leave'em broke
Whole world is a pile of fucking dirt
Semen soaked" (Goddamnit, now)
Oh, yes indeed funny how he never
Say these things in press release
I'm hungry not rap-wise, hungry for Lebanese
And instead saying grace
I will be resting in peace (goddamn it now)

Goddamn it now i just wanna lie in
A motherfucking hammock now
Gimme me a trampoline, give me a tambourin
Red wine, blueberries and a gram of green
(goddamn it now) goddamn it now
I just wanna lie in
A motherfucking hammock now
Gimme me a trampoline and a tambourin
Red wine blueberries and a gram of green
(Uuh) goddamn it, now

Young Hems, what the dealy?
My name isn't Taco, you know
My name is Filip and I'm from a town that's
Been burned to the ground
That's why I'm never down
'less you stab my achilles
I think I'm Big Meech and Bronsonelli
Fuck the crowd in the mouth
Get your tonsils ready
I'm rocking Wilma's bed and
Locking jaws with Betty
I'm 'bout to spit the vomit
On y'all mom's spaghetti
Invited to Biggie's house and
His parties are heavy
I tried to carpool but I couldn't
Get my balls in the Chevy
I got there late but I still shook
Some hands and got me a bevy
And Biggie's asking me why I'm
No longer rapping as FV (Goddamn now)
Because of Hopsin, I told him
Now I rapping with a name
From FIFA manager mode
Oh, and I'm a Yiddo hungry like a hippo
Keep your lips closed
Kid or I'll damage your folks
Party on, yeah, the bitches were big fun
But, I'm in the kitchen eating
Freaking chicken with Big Pun
He wants the last piece
He's licking his damn teeth
I'm saying like "aight, peace"
But I grab it and make a run
"Son, I beg your pardon!"
When I'm hungry I got Bronson
Fronting steak with garlic
Then we're having fondue or
Whatever you call it
I woke up in my apartment
A half-dead alcoholic (uuh)

Goddamn it, now (Young Hems what the dealy?)

Goddamn it now i just wanna lie in
A motherfucking hammock now
Gimme me a trampoline, give me a tambourin
Red wine, blueberries and a gram of green
(goddamn it now) goddamn it now
I just wanna lie in
A motherfucking hammock now
Gimme me a trampoline and a tambourin
Red wine blueberries and a gram of green
(Uuh)

Goddamn it, now (Young Hems what the dealy?)
And I'm from a town that's
Been burned to the ground
That's why I'm never down
'less you stab my achilles