imma go (zebo) Songtext
von The Real Zebos
imma go (zebo) Songtext
I′mma go Zebo
I'mma go
I′mma go Zebo
I'mma go
(Alright)
I'mma go Zebo
I′mma go
I′mma go Zebo
I'ma go
(I′mma, I'mma, I′mma, I'mma)
It′s a little colder than I thought it was gonna be out here
Sweater weather never mattered in a desert drought, dear
Sweetie Sydney Sweeney, sorry, still ain't seen your show
Motorola Razr baby, call me on the phone
Drip drop
You're gonna melt alive
You′re going nonstop
Working day and night
You′re getting sick of everything you wanted in life
Everything you wanted
Taped a bunch of foam up to my walls to try to kill the clap clap
Echo in the chamber wreaking havoc on my track
I'm not sentimental, maybe lonely, no sap
But now I kinda miss the way the room would speak back
And now I kinda miss the way the walls would speak back
(Now you kinda miss the way the room would speak back)
I′mma go Zebo
I'mma go
I′mma go Zebo
I'mma go
(I′mma, I'mma, I'mma, I′mma)
Did you know I used to roll with the squad (hey, hey!)
30 deep in a two-car garage
USA! USA!
Everybody′s getting bombed
Saw a dead possum on the sidewalk, or was he just playing?
(Playing, playing, playing, playing, playing, playing)
I don't really have anything to say
I′m just saying
Now, you're in Norway
I′m back here in Nebraska doing what I quote-unquote "Have to do"
It's a classic ouroboros
Times two (times two)
Make it infinity, then
Maybe we should go and change the band name again
Musical equivalent of buzzing my head
Oh, I′mma go Zebo
Be so for real right now
I'mma go Zebo
I'mma go Zebo (I′ma go Zebo)
I′mma go Zebo (I'ma go Zebo)
I′mma go (I'ma go Zebo)
I′mma go Zebo
I'mma go
I′mma go Zebo
I'mma go
Like a mainline, I got it going on
Like a freight line, I'm moving all the hauls
The weights that cause the waves that rock the boat
Well, I′mma go Zebo
I'mma go
I′mma go Zebo
I'mma go
(Alright)
I'mma go Zebo
I′mma go
I′mma go Zebo
I'ma go
(I′mma, I'mma, I′mma, I'mma)
It′s a little colder than I thought it was gonna be out here
Sweater weather never mattered in a desert drought, dear
Sweetie Sydney Sweeney, sorry, still ain't seen your show
Motorola Razr baby, call me on the phone
Drip drop
You're gonna melt alive
You′re going nonstop
Working day and night
You′re getting sick of everything you wanted in life
Everything you wanted
Taped a bunch of foam up to my walls to try to kill the clap clap
Echo in the chamber wreaking havoc on my track
I'm not sentimental, maybe lonely, no sap
But now I kinda miss the way the room would speak back
And now I kinda miss the way the walls would speak back
(Now you kinda miss the way the room would speak back)
I′mma go Zebo
I'mma go
I′mma go Zebo
I'mma go
(I′mma, I'mma, I'mma, I′mma)
Did you know I used to roll with the squad (hey, hey!)
30 deep in a two-car garage
USA! USA!
Everybody′s getting bombed
Saw a dead possum on the sidewalk, or was he just playing?
(Playing, playing, playing, playing, playing, playing)
I don't really have anything to say
I′m just saying
Now, you're in Norway
I′m back here in Nebraska doing what I quote-unquote "Have to do"
It's a classic ouroboros
Times two (times two)
Make it infinity, then
Maybe we should go and change the band name again
Musical equivalent of buzzing my head
Oh, I′mma go Zebo
Be so for real right now
I'mma go Zebo
I'mma go Zebo (I′ma go Zebo)
I′mma go Zebo (I'ma go Zebo)
I′mma go (I'ma go Zebo)
I′mma go Zebo
I'mma go
I′mma go Zebo
I'mma go
Like a mainline, I got it going on
Like a freight line, I'm moving all the hauls
The weights that cause the waves that rock the boat
Well, I′mma go Zebo
Writer(s): Jordan Gaul, Connor Brandt Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com