No One I Know Songtext
von Secret Band
No One I Know Songtext
Man you messed up
Put your hand in the bland
And stirred up
Now its fire
Now its smoke
Now its syrup and you need ya coat
Baked like bread and ya dead no with head
You the egg with no yolk
White lie every time
Cracked and cloaked
Take a shot
Watch you choke
Lil′ godzilla
Cant take a joke
Fuck their feelings fuck my feelings
You're sick of people liking society
You′re sick of people thinking that you're a dweeb
Mommy likes your irony
Fly through the squeeze
You fantasize of liquified fried balls of cheese
Pawn off and pass em
Throw down and wrestle
Pound into the ground
Shit that brick
Shake yo fist
Hate yo bitch
Crave mo tits do they notice it
Tell yourself you deserve this shit
There's something I been meaning to tell you
You′re never gonna get your wish
There′s something I been meaning to tell you
If you think you can sink
Then you should probably swim
Fuck their feelings fuck my feelings
You're sick of people liking society
You′re sick of people thinking that you're a dweeb
Mommy likes your irony
You cant even drive a car
They draw dicks on your face
You cant even drink at bars
You throw up on your date
Your mind is a mystery
Your parents prayed you would be average
I see you′re in the industry
Failed up and got all access
Who can entertain
Yeah who can be a bard
I think I wanna worship
The best retard
With my dick in my hand
And a face from mars
The vibes so cool
Cause I'm not about bars
That′s cool that's cool that's hard
That′s that′s
Comin' up with the scam
Its the man with the plan
The shell is full of clam
And the band sandwich
Put your hand in the bland
And stirred up
Now its fire
Now its smoke
Now its syrup and you need ya coat
Baked like bread and ya dead no with head
You the egg with no yolk
White lie every time
Cracked and cloaked
Take a shot
Watch you choke
Lil′ godzilla
Cant take a joke
Fuck their feelings fuck my feelings
You're sick of people liking society
You′re sick of people thinking that you're a dweeb
Mommy likes your irony
Fly through the squeeze
You fantasize of liquified fried balls of cheese
Pawn off and pass em
Throw down and wrestle
Pound into the ground
Shit that brick
Shake yo fist
Hate yo bitch
Crave mo tits do they notice it
Tell yourself you deserve this shit
There's something I been meaning to tell you
You′re never gonna get your wish
There′s something I been meaning to tell you
If you think you can sink
Then you should probably swim
Fuck their feelings fuck my feelings
You're sick of people liking society
You′re sick of people thinking that you're a dweeb
Mommy likes your irony
You cant even drive a car
They draw dicks on your face
You cant even drink at bars
You throw up on your date
Your mind is a mystery
Your parents prayed you would be average
I see you′re in the industry
Failed up and got all access
Who can entertain
Yeah who can be a bard
I think I wanna worship
The best retard
With my dick in my hand
And a face from mars
The vibes so cool
Cause I'm not about bars
That′s cool that's cool that's hard
That′s that′s
Comin' up with the scam
Its the man with the plan
The shell is full of clam
And the band sandwich
Writer(s): Matthew James Mingus, William Swan, Jonathan David Mess Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com