Billy Not Really Songtext
von Death Grips
Billy Not Really Songtext
Oh, why me? Why me?
Oh, I mean oh my me
Don′t see why I need oh
If these hairs can't stand by these
Oh, why me? Why me?
Oh, I mean oh my me
Don′t see why I need oh
If these hairs can't stand be thee
All my palm lines running, stretching
Cross my palm like blind cross etching
Palm mummified, cotton era filming
Bronze my palm now, all brown palmed now
Visit some medium
Won't come near me
Treats me like a meteor
She scares me (my bony)
Now, now, Billy, not really (my bony)
Now, now, Billy, not really
Yo, oi, yo
Ooh, ahh
Billy, Billy, not really
Yo
Raw
Yo, oi, yo
Ah
Billy, Billy, not really
Yo, oi, yo
Amnesia
Yo, oi, yo
Ooh, aah
Billy, Billy, not really
Yo
Raw
Yo, oi, yo
Aah
Billy, Billy, not really
Yo, oi, yo
Amnesia
Oh, why me? Why me?
Oh, I mean oh my me
Don′t see why I need oh
If these hairs can′t stand by these
Oh, why me? Why me?
Oh, I mean oh my me
Don't see why I need oh
If these hairs can′t stand be thee
Every movement after sudden movement
Déjà vu abductee
Sucky, sucky
Sticky psyche touching
So many sensory
Dripping, drippling, dripping, splashing, splashing, happening
Already
Now, now, Billy, not really
Oh, why me? Why me?
Oh, I mean oh my me
Don't see why I need oh
If these hairs can′t stand be these (my bony)
Now, now, Billy, not really (my bony)
Now, now, Billy, not really
Amnesia
Yo, oi, yo
Ooh, ahh
Billy, Billy, not really
Yo
Raw
Yo, oi, yo
Ahh
Billy, Billy, not really
Yo, oi, yo
Amnesia
I man
Tsunami feral
Get barreled in other worlds
No hand in sea of pearls
Buried in frozen Jerry curls
I man
Herzog
Shootin' solitaire
No hands
Savior nova
Shocka glare
Zulu somnambulist lair
Flick of my wrist
Ooh, shit
Ooh, ah-ooh shit
Phantom lix
Crude lix
I man island exclusive
Flick of my wrist
Ooh, shit
Ooh, ah-ooh shit
Flick up my wrist
Aw, shit
Ahh
I′m not shit
She tuned in telly through the shriveled button quest jaundice yellow
She's your experience, you're her experiment
Her Vox limbo fine print in obese sharpie so sorry falsetto
You′re her experiment
She′s your experience
Oh, I mean oh my me
Don′t see why I need oh
If these hairs can't stand by these
Oh, why me? Why me?
Oh, I mean oh my me
Don′t see why I need oh
If these hairs can't stand be thee
All my palm lines running, stretching
Cross my palm like blind cross etching
Palm mummified, cotton era filming
Bronze my palm now, all brown palmed now
Visit some medium
Won't come near me
Treats me like a meteor
She scares me (my bony)
Now, now, Billy, not really (my bony)
Now, now, Billy, not really
Yo, oi, yo
Ooh, ahh
Billy, Billy, not really
Yo
Raw
Yo, oi, yo
Ah
Billy, Billy, not really
Yo, oi, yo
Amnesia
Yo, oi, yo
Ooh, aah
Billy, Billy, not really
Yo
Raw
Yo, oi, yo
Aah
Billy, Billy, not really
Yo, oi, yo
Amnesia
Oh, why me? Why me?
Oh, I mean oh my me
Don′t see why I need oh
If these hairs can′t stand by these
Oh, why me? Why me?
Oh, I mean oh my me
Don't see why I need oh
If these hairs can′t stand be thee
Every movement after sudden movement
Déjà vu abductee
Sucky, sucky
Sticky psyche touching
So many sensory
Dripping, drippling, dripping, splashing, splashing, happening
Already
Now, now, Billy, not really
Oh, why me? Why me?
Oh, I mean oh my me
Don't see why I need oh
If these hairs can′t stand be these (my bony)
Now, now, Billy, not really (my bony)
Now, now, Billy, not really
Amnesia
Yo, oi, yo
Ooh, ahh
Billy, Billy, not really
Yo
Raw
Yo, oi, yo
Ahh
Billy, Billy, not really
Yo, oi, yo
Amnesia
I man
Tsunami feral
Get barreled in other worlds
No hand in sea of pearls
Buried in frozen Jerry curls
I man
Herzog
Shootin' solitaire
No hands
Savior nova
Shocka glare
Zulu somnambulist lair
Flick of my wrist
Ooh, shit
Ooh, ah-ooh shit
Phantom lix
Crude lix
I man island exclusive
Flick of my wrist
Ooh, shit
Ooh, ah-ooh shit
Flick up my wrist
Aw, shit
Ahh
I′m not shit
She tuned in telly through the shriveled button quest jaundice yellow
She's your experience, you're her experiment
Her Vox limbo fine print in obese sharpie so sorry falsetto
You′re her experiment
She′s your experience
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