Bombo Fabrika Songtext
von Gabriel Garzón‐Montano

Something in the wind, tastes so sweet
Time to eat again, a peach bite melody
Mama made it rain, milk and blood
So the funk is on ten, never mind enough
I glow for you
I′m in the silo
I glow for you
I'm in the silo
Oh my God, prophecy upon the bones
We gets up like trampolines bombo fabrika on a roll
Get down gently gently down the stream as I row
Eyes blink open and I see all my little thoughts in a row
Nicest when I dream I go go go
Purple clouds in teams float by my window
Cup em in my palms, my play dough
Make a cherry bomb, set them back afloat
I glow for you
I′m in the silo
I glow for you
I'm in the silo


Oh my God, prophecy upon these bones
We gets up like trampolines bombo fabrika on a roll
Get down gently gently down the stream as I row
Eyes blink open and I see all my little thoughts in a row
Oh my God, prophecy upon these bones
We gets up like trampolines bombo fabrika on a roll
Get down gently gently down the stream as I row
Eyes blink open and I see all my little thoughts in a row
Oh my God, prophecy upon these bones
We gets up like trampolines bombo fabrika on a roll
Get down gently gently down the stream as I row
Eyes blink open and I see all my little thoughts in a row
Oh my God, prophecy upon these bones
We gets up like trampolines bombo fabrika on a roll
Get down gently gently down the stream as I row
Eyes blink open and I see all my little thoughts in a row
Oh my God, prophecy upon these bones
We gets up like trampolines bombo fabrika on a roll
Get down gently gently down the stream as I row
Eyes blink open and I see all my little thoughts in a row