Letra de Tuesday
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There's something you should probably know before we go too far
My neighbor found a mushroom growing inside of my car
She called me up on tour sounding emotionally scarred
My neighbor found a mushroom growing inside of my car
She called me up on tour sounding emotionally scarred
Although it may have scarred her more that i wasn't really alarmed
The dandruff in a shaken globe is fit to guild in manger
The pizza face is pepperoni, carbuncle, and caper
I'm bunions and contunions, bumps lumps and bruises
Discoloring and other things I can't reach with the loota
Not a butcher, not a baker, pick a booger with a basic evolutionary failure
I do not open mail, I do not answer phones, the fridge is pretty much a home for mayonnaise alone
Watch a pocket-knife surgeon cut a cyst [?] in the kitchen
It's the cousin to actually removing his own stitches in a pinch
Kool-Aid ooze but [?] toothache, mushroom growing in the car
It's just another Tuesday
And if you waiting for a spell where it falls into an order you can help then well
Yea... No
On one hand it's pretty gross
On the other, it's sorta like a pretty desert rose
How against all odds
Whether wet, dry, night or day, garden, pig sty, or cave
Life science finds a way, boxed-in, veg'd out, fox in the henhouse
Gray stained teeth, say cheese through a trench-mouth
"Cheeeeese", Chase dreams with the hell-bound
Posture suitable for a job in the bell tower
1 plate, 1 fork, itty bitty lamp
I would offer you a drink but i literally can't
It feels like you're camping when you're sitting on the can
Where the crib has always simulated living in a van
A little light cleaning, keep the spiders off his Eden
Maybe one day he'll go deeper, really exorcise the demon at the roof
I'm in the sofa cushions over loose change
Black mold bath tub, homie it's a Tuesday
I can't even keep a cactus alive when I'm present
When I'm gone it's a groundbreaking botanical [?]
From desolate to Little Shop of Horrors in a second
It's weird knowing life thrives more when you exit
The trouble man cuddle with a duffle bag of loose cash
Chews glass scatterbrained, Aspartame mustache
Moi head lice, dress like a douchebag, unsaid prayers
Undead raccoon hat, voice of the boiled over
Thick skull, still throw his toys out his stroller
Piss black roof tar, bleed flat cherry coke
Very much another wackjob with a megaphone
Very much another fat slob playing chess alone
Lesser known fetish porn, leftover Lexapro, etcetera
Everything's coming up goose eggs, Sunday, Monday happy days
Tuesday is Tuesday
The dandruff in a shaken globe is fit to guild in manger
The pizza face is pepperoni, carbuncle, and caper
I'm bunions and contunions, bumps lumps and bruises
Discoloring and other things I can't reach with the loota
Not a butcher, not a baker, pick a booger with a basic evolutionary failure
I do not open mail, I do not answer phones, the fridge is pretty much a home for mayonnaise alone
Watch a pocket-knife surgeon cut a cyst [?] in the kitchen
It's the cousin to actually removing his own stitches in a pinch
Kool-Aid ooze but [?] toothache, mushroom growing in the car
It's just another Tuesday
And if you waiting for a spell where it falls into an order you can help then well
Yea... No
On one hand it's pretty gross
On the other, it's sorta like a pretty desert rose
How against all odds
Whether wet, dry, night or day, garden, pig sty, or cave
Life science finds a way, boxed-in, veg'd out, fox in the henhouse
Gray stained teeth, say cheese through a trench-mouth
"Cheeeeese", Chase dreams with the hell-bound
Posture suitable for a job in the bell tower
1 plate, 1 fork, itty bitty lamp
I would offer you a drink but i literally can't
It feels like you're camping when you're sitting on the can
Where the crib has always simulated living in a van
A little light cleaning, keep the spiders off his Eden
Maybe one day he'll go deeper, really exorcise the demon at the roof
I'm in the sofa cushions over loose change
Black mold bath tub, homie it's a Tuesday
I can't even keep a cactus alive when I'm present
When I'm gone it's a groundbreaking botanical [?]
From desolate to Little Shop of Horrors in a second
It's weird knowing life thrives more when you exit
The trouble man cuddle with a duffle bag of loose cash
Chews glass scatterbrained, Aspartame mustache
Moi head lice, dress like a douchebag, unsaid prayers
Undead raccoon hat, voice of the boiled over
Thick skull, still throw his toys out his stroller
Piss black roof tar, bleed flat cherry coke
Very much another wackjob with a megaphone
Very much another fat slob playing chess alone
Lesser known fetish porn, leftover Lexapro, etcetera
Everything's coming up goose eggs, Sunday, Monday happy days
Tuesday is Tuesday
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