Spencer Bell

Bistro
I live phonic tectonicsMaybe I'll shaken me, I'll black outAnd some easy bake oven on a 220 voltWith the ridiculous shit and the nebular soundWe started by the measure with great pleasureWe're skillin' more willin'Here the sum, you get your silly arse to the silvusbecause I'm billing the sebilAnd I am willing and ableto put a meal on the tableby raising monies like this life was an Aesopian fableYou gonna dance niggaStop poking round and toke yourselfAnd soak in, mellow in it in a minuteSkinny women simmer in itPoint and shoot, my parachuteWont open, oh my godI hope I'm not, god damn I amWell man that's itNo more, oh shit. I'm in for itI see you in a little bit.(shaka-luk shuka-luk shuka-luk-luk)If I know one god damn thingIt's that I don't know a god damn thingIf a teacher ever did any good for meIt's just fuelling my problem with authorityLetras de cancionesI've got no feelings on politicsNo thorough knowledge of arithmeticYeah but I can roll a jointAnd I can play guitarAnd nothing else matters worth shitBoom!You gonna dance niggaStop poking round and toke yourselfAnd soak in, mellow in it in a minuteSkinny women simmer in itPoint and shoot, my parachuteWont open, oh my godI hope I'm not, god damn I amWell man that's itNo more, oh shit. I'm in for itI see you in a little bit. From Letras Mania