2 years ago
Credenza
Lyrics
You've got your coat and heels
And cut your teeth from glass
Turn out the spoken wheels
Whoa oh ohhhh
Whoa oh ohhhh
Cut cut cut cut cut cut
You wrote your number on my tongue
And caught my hands in lies
Smoking cigs from Spokane
Propel comedian writhes
I'm a meridial drum
Taking my cues in name
Scaling the challenger shun
I'm a pentameter fray
Whoa oh ohhhh
Whoa oh ohhhh
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha
Writer(s): Sick Balloons
Copyright(s): Lyrics © DistroKid
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