Teeawgo - Greetings lyrics
[Teeawgo - Greetings lyrics]
I'm not a fan of saying first
And good-bye is a disliked word
So how am I supposed to make
Friends? I got my eyes turned
Down towards the floorboards
Clown dudes and poor whores
Yeah, I remember the day
Why it was fourscore
And seven years ago when
They debuted Texas Slim
Lasso doorhandles, "hey you! Let us in!"
Jesus Mexicans taking our jobs
Godforsaken hick slobs on the
Couch watching Cops on the regular
Here to mess lyric smuggling embezzlers
Bumping Infinite Em because googolplexes
The rest of them it's definite like most is
Heaven sent like Moses
Replica of Crash Nebula, see I'm the chosen
One from Toonami, Jump Shonen, Nickelodeon
Grow to work custodians
Cleaning up all this bogus shit
Keep your head high and hopes down low
Remember days yet to happen where
I sold out shows say "Hi!", hello
Greetings, how are you?
Good-bye, catch you later
I'll see you tomorrow
He's kind of known to talk gibberish, guilty
Walk innocent clean record
Throw a filthy cloth in it quick
Flow sweet like dark licorice
Smart-different
Distraught in the heart and thoughts ignorant
Question authenticness, this real
Seventeen years, still buying the Kid Meals
No time for big wheels or
Chains with bold gold
Just a poor soul with no goals to grow old
This the fourth-life crisis
Most die lifeless
Posted couch priceless with cold Klondikes
Touching gold like Midas
Keeps it to himself though
Lickiding his elbow and seeing
All the rest go
Butt stuck to his cushion like it was velcro
Red like Elmo with he grabs
The mic like Kelso
But he does other stuff, right? Hell no
Spit's crack like back when
The Liberty Bell broke
And good-bye is a disliked word
So how am I supposed to make
Friends? I got my eyes turned
Down towards the floorboards
Clown dudes and poor whores
Yeah, I remember the day
Why it was fourscore
And seven years ago when
They debuted Texas Slim
Lasso doorhandles, "hey you! Let us in!"
Jesus Mexicans taking our jobs
Godforsaken hick slobs on the
Couch watching Cops on the regular
Here to mess lyric smuggling embezzlers
Bumping Infinite Em because googolplexes
The rest of them it's definite like most is
Heaven sent like Moses
Replica of Crash Nebula, see I'm the chosen
One from Toonami, Jump Shonen, Nickelodeon
Grow to work custodians
Cleaning up all this bogus shit
Keep your head high and hopes down low
Remember days yet to happen where
I sold out shows say "Hi!", hello
Greetings, how are you?
Good-bye, catch you later
I'll see you tomorrow
He's kind of known to talk gibberish, guilty
Walk innocent clean record
Throw a filthy cloth in it quick
Flow sweet like dark licorice
Smart-different
Distraught in the heart and thoughts ignorant
Question authenticness, this real
Seventeen years, still buying the Kid Meals
No time for big wheels or
Chains with bold gold
Just a poor soul with no goals to grow old
This the fourth-life crisis
Most die lifeless
Posted couch priceless with cold Klondikes
Touching gold like Midas
Keeps it to himself though
Lickiding his elbow and seeing
All the rest go
Butt stuck to his cushion like it was velcro
Red like Elmo with he grabs
The mic like Kelso
But he does other stuff, right? Hell no
Spit's crack like back when
The Liberty Bell broke