Check Baby Songtext
von Kurt Vile
Check Baby Songtext
Check baby, check baby
One two three
That′s alright with me
Singing playing all the time
Now hey look, lucky me
Always been in touch with reality you see
Oh check old man, check old man, check old man,
Check the cables and the chain
Yeah check baby, check baby
One two three
It's alright with me
Amphetamine, amphetamine
You know what I mean
She got a real kick to her
Yeah just like balls to the balls to the balls to the balls to the walls
Watch the man, watch the man,
Watch a man as he′s walking around the world
Yeah it's like balls to the balls to the balls to the balls to the walls to the wall
Check baby, check baby
One two three
That's alright with me
Hey, hey look look at me, always been in touch with the world obviously
Yeah check baby, check baby, three four five
Never no jive talking turkey not me
Yeah check old man, check old man, check all the cables in the chain
And get back at me, get back at me, when its safe to sling up my six-string
Then it′s easy like
Four five six and your buddy got a pick
Check baby, check baby, all day round I was very lost but now I′m way unfound
Check brother, check brother check what a world we've inherited from another mother
What a whale of a pickle what a spell we are all pinned under
We give the devil a warm embrace and then we run like chickens from the teargas
But you wanna go to heaven when you d-i-e that′s alright with me
It's easy like four, five, six and a buddy got his head aligned
Yeah, check it all in
Oh check baby, check baby four and five never no jive talkin′ turkey
Yeah check old man, check old man, check all the cables if you're able
It′s easy like four, five, six and our buddy got a dick and for the rest of slick, slick licks
And rub my belly with a stick of hot butter all over baby, all over
And watch the man, watch the man,
Watch a man as he's walking around the world
Watch the man, watch the man,
Watch a man as he's walking around the world
And the cry baby, cry baby is talking, talking trash while sitting still internally
When I said i was in mild, admit it I meant way over a pickle I stumbled on...
One two three
That′s alright with me
Singing playing all the time
Now hey look, lucky me
Always been in touch with reality you see
Oh check old man, check old man, check old man,
Check the cables and the chain
Yeah check baby, check baby
One two three
It's alright with me
Amphetamine, amphetamine
You know what I mean
She got a real kick to her
Yeah just like balls to the balls to the balls to the balls to the walls
Watch the man, watch the man,
Watch a man as he′s walking around the world
Yeah it's like balls to the balls to the balls to the balls to the walls to the wall
Check baby, check baby
One two three
That's alright with me
Hey, hey look look at me, always been in touch with the world obviously
Yeah check baby, check baby, three four five
Never no jive talking turkey not me
Yeah check old man, check old man, check all the cables in the chain
And get back at me, get back at me, when its safe to sling up my six-string
Then it′s easy like
Four five six and your buddy got a pick
Check baby, check baby, all day round I was very lost but now I′m way unfound
Check brother, check brother check what a world we've inherited from another mother
What a whale of a pickle what a spell we are all pinned under
We give the devil a warm embrace and then we run like chickens from the teargas
But you wanna go to heaven when you d-i-e that′s alright with me
It's easy like four, five, six and a buddy got his head aligned
Yeah, check it all in
Oh check baby, check baby four and five never no jive talkin′ turkey
Yeah check old man, check old man, check all the cables if you're able
It′s easy like four, five, six and our buddy got a dick and for the rest of slick, slick licks
And rub my belly with a stick of hot butter all over baby, all over
And watch the man, watch the man,
Watch a man as he's walking around the world
Watch the man, watch the man,
Watch a man as he's walking around the world
And the cry baby, cry baby is talking, talking trash while sitting still internally
When I said i was in mild, admit it I meant way over a pickle I stumbled on...
Writer(s): Kurt Samuel Vile Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com