The Robot With Human Hair Pt.2 1/2 Songtext
von Dance Gavin Dance
The Robot With Human Hair Pt.2 1/2 Songtext
So far I′ll lay low in pretense and smack your body
Legs up, some hair pull, it's retro, oops, I call shotty
So scram and branded, the pylon, it′s silver ion
Blowing glass, insurgent mask, the thickest trap door covered in ice
Stay close, innocent
The signs to hide his scent
No room for ghosts
The lock and legs are set to bank in someone's home
Salon will place a bet to cut a hairball loan
The lifeless shit of Mess, confusing ice cream cone
If you can't read my text, then get a mind read phone
It′s okay, I have no legs on this bra sailing gen
You? Right, day?
Oh, jump on top as I wander around
(Get the best of this no-down pre-lay)
Oh, the bed flows as it rocks back and forth
Our bodies start to sort it out
Hey, jump on top as I wander around
(Get the best of this no-down pre-lay)
Oh, the bed flows as it rocks back and forth
Our bodies start to sort it out
Package this in seedy tones
You mock a painless death, we′ll beat your dome
You're softly blocking Mess, so fly him home
With a racist comment, the leaky chrome, what′s up?
A toxic note confess, a soap caress
A simple notion, comment for less
But I like my nest, I wanna call it my mess
'Cause the last time I cried, well, I got dressed
Oh, and I swear this won′t end quick (We came back for this)
It won't (We came back for this)
Oh, and I swear this won′t end quick (We came back for this)
It won't (We came back for this)
Oh, jump on top as I wander around
(Get the best of this no-down pre-lay)
Oh, the bed flows as it rocks back and forth
Our bodies start to sort it out
Hey, jump on top as I wander around
(Get the best of this no-down pre-lay)
Oh, the bed flows as it rocks back and forth
Our bodies start to sort it out
Hold your breath, make them see
And everyone around is making it sound so good
How many faces have to crack before they realize I'm not coming back?
How many faces have to crack before they realize I′m not coming back?
How many faces have to crack before they realize I′m never going to find my place
I'm not coming back, no
Legs up, some hair pull, it's retro, oops, I call shotty
So scram and branded, the pylon, it′s silver ion
Blowing glass, insurgent mask, the thickest trap door covered in ice
Stay close, innocent
The signs to hide his scent
No room for ghosts
The lock and legs are set to bank in someone's home
Salon will place a bet to cut a hairball loan
The lifeless shit of Mess, confusing ice cream cone
If you can't read my text, then get a mind read phone
It′s okay, I have no legs on this bra sailing gen
You? Right, day?
Oh, jump on top as I wander around
(Get the best of this no-down pre-lay)
Oh, the bed flows as it rocks back and forth
Our bodies start to sort it out
Hey, jump on top as I wander around
(Get the best of this no-down pre-lay)
Oh, the bed flows as it rocks back and forth
Our bodies start to sort it out
Package this in seedy tones
You mock a painless death, we′ll beat your dome
You're softly blocking Mess, so fly him home
With a racist comment, the leaky chrome, what′s up?
A toxic note confess, a soap caress
A simple notion, comment for less
But I like my nest, I wanna call it my mess
'Cause the last time I cried, well, I got dressed
Oh, and I swear this won′t end quick (We came back for this)
It won't (We came back for this)
Oh, and I swear this won′t end quick (We came back for this)
It won't (We came back for this)
Oh, jump on top as I wander around
(Get the best of this no-down pre-lay)
Oh, the bed flows as it rocks back and forth
Our bodies start to sort it out
Hey, jump on top as I wander around
(Get the best of this no-down pre-lay)
Oh, the bed flows as it rocks back and forth
Our bodies start to sort it out
Hold your breath, make them see
And everyone around is making it sound so good
How many faces have to crack before they realize I'm not coming back?
How many faces have to crack before they realize I′m not coming back?
How many faces have to crack before they realize I′m never going to find my place
I'm not coming back, no
Writer(s): Tilian Pearson, Jonathan Mess, Matthew Mingus, William Swan, Timothy Freerick Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com