Warping (vocals) Songtext
von Death Grips
Warping (vocals) Songtext
Falling out in tune out my grooves
Uhh, warping
All I do is lose my form
I′m warping
Influence executed mass execution
Rapid improvements toothless accent
Drawl of a shaman putrid fanatic
Ride out like famine luminescent rattles
Thunder in vials choose your battles
Or end in piles braided fumigation
Destitution ramped desiccated satyr
Make a massacre dance
Falling out in tune out my grooves
Uhh, warping
All I do is lose my form
I'm warping
Psychotropic stee
Trap rock a beat up bears hat
Naw man, I don′t feel this and I shit on your guilt trip
Then extinguish your illness like seven grams of thorazine
Tyrannic authority cleansed by your aggressor
Inhuman elitist decline your surrender
Sign of the freak thriving on a bender
Forbidden discipline all lines disconnected
Vacated premises occupied by my death wish
Falling out in tune out my grooves
Uhh, warping
All I do is lose my form
I'm warping
Luster of entrails stacked and slung
Under cement veils my traffic hums
Compulsion on risers, your stranglers knuckles
Your temples buckle
Decompression silo inside this muzzle
Overdriven rituals on my torso, my infernal boro
If I went soft Glock to my navel
Flaws get knocked off
Flaws get knocked off
Falling out in tune out my grooves
Uhh, warping
All I do is lose my form
I'm warping
Uhh, warping
All I do is lose my form
I′m warping
Influence executed mass execution
Rapid improvements toothless accent
Drawl of a shaman putrid fanatic
Ride out like famine luminescent rattles
Thunder in vials choose your battles
Or end in piles braided fumigation
Destitution ramped desiccated satyr
Make a massacre dance
Falling out in tune out my grooves
Uhh, warping
All I do is lose my form
I'm warping
Psychotropic stee
Trap rock a beat up bears hat
Naw man, I don′t feel this and I shit on your guilt trip
Then extinguish your illness like seven grams of thorazine
Tyrannic authority cleansed by your aggressor
Inhuman elitist decline your surrender
Sign of the freak thriving on a bender
Forbidden discipline all lines disconnected
Vacated premises occupied by my death wish
Falling out in tune out my grooves
Uhh, warping
All I do is lose my form
I'm warping
Luster of entrails stacked and slung
Under cement veils my traffic hums
Compulsion on risers, your stranglers knuckles
Your temples buckle
Decompression silo inside this muzzle
Overdriven rituals on my torso, my infernal boro
If I went soft Glock to my navel
Flaws get knocked off
Flaws get knocked off
Falling out in tune out my grooves
Uhh, warping
All I do is lose my form
I'm warping
Writer(s): Stefan Corbin Burnett, Zachary Charles Hill, Andrew Morin Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com