Tropical Fuck Storm - Suburbiopia lyrics

Take my hand and see

Are you sitting on your luggage
In an airport hotel bar?
Are you trying to put some distance
'tween your thick skull and your arse?
Are you locked in your mumma’s
Basement for a Fortnite marathon?
Are you choking on a chemtrail? Are
You batting off to Teal Swan?

Take my-
Don’t knock nothing until you try it
Nothing until you try it hand and see

Monday morning's methadone and you're
Pissing in a cup
And Monday night your sponsor writes
You ‘Baby are you up?’
Your suburbiopia was lost 'cause
You were catfish bait


And now you're playing online blackjack
In a Highway Super 8

Have you heard about the Raëliens? Have
You heard 'bout Heaven’s Gate?
Have you ever walked the Shining Path
Or sipped on the Kool-Aid?
'They’re all psychopathic killers'
I can hear you say with spite
They’re dead and gone
They’re probably wrong but maybe
They were right

Take my-
Don’t knock nothing until you try it
Nothing until you try it hand and see
Take my-
Don’t knock nothing until you try it
Nothing until you tried it hand be free
Nothing until you try it
Nothing until you tried it take my-
Don’t knock nothing until you try it
Nothing until you tried it hand be free

Take take
Take take

Take my-
Don’t knock nothing until you try it
Nothing until you try it hand and see
Take my-
Don’t knock nothing until you try it
Nothing until you tried it hand be free
Nothing until you try it
Nothing until you tried it take my-
Nothing until you try it
Nothing until you tried it hand believe
Don’t knock nothing until you try it
Nothing until you tried it