Talkshow Boy - Building A Better Beast lyrics
[Talkshow Boy - Building A Better Beast lyrics]
Getting better each day
I believe, I believe
I'm not afraid, I'm not a freak
I'm not a fiend
Talkshow, baby, you're out of control
You know that smoking that bowl
Won't save your soul
You gothic slut
You're such a sexy little minx
All right
Pop shows and not unsmall but
I've forgotten my flow
I don't know, I don't know
I'm getting tangled as I wrangle my mic lead
I mangle my songs and I
Can't even sight read
I'm scratching my shin but I
Wake with itchy ankles
Got a faith that everything is gonna equalise
And sought a squeakier do for myself
You've met thе you've got
Some horrible shit that's always waiting
Wе probably could do with a break so
We can deal with being broken apart
(Aye! Aye)
Silence is a sweet sweet sound
How we gonna be now? (Ugh)
It's killing me
Beast life should not be bammer
Getting better each day
I believe, I believe
I'm not a foe
I'm not about to take no for an answer
If you know you're righteous you
Can cast the first stone
But if you want a better beat or beast
Just build your own
Silence is a sweet, sweet sound
It's killing me