Lirik Lagu Bent Saafir The Saucee Nomad
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I've Been Down This Corridor
Before You Enter You Have To Bring
Back The Creator Of Winter Damn
Too Late I'm Spoiled I Need The Napalm
I Got It I Shot It In My Left Sector
Blew Up The Timing Device On The Reactor.
Time Shifted I Had To Remold The Floor
The Foundation For Creation Mate's Blend
The Pleasure Dome Into Another Roam
A Walk Stalked Nightly By The Ogre
That's Rarely Sober. But There's No Tracin
I See The Place In The Flow. I'm Beyond Dawn,
No I'm Not In The Lawn Under Pawns -
Don't Rest, Never Possessed Stagnate Magnets.
I Never Pulled Slits Lips Wit No Braille Skilled Eyes -
Balls Through Eyesockets. I'm Currently Current
Currents Of Electricity; They Can't Get Wit Me
Invisible To The Retina Half - Way Reality Part Limbo.
A Nervous Laugh While Ya Climbin Through Windows,
Never Spin Ho's On Merry-go-rounds,
Be The Ground Level For Ghouls, Schools Of Fish,
Victims On A Hit List Me Like Geronimo On A Pratt -
Tackle Patt Tacklin Patterns Addin In Seasonings, Flavor.
No False Teeth For Beef, Catapulting Fingers To Light
Switches So You Can See The Real, I Feel The Tension
My Sight Twitches - I'm Bent.
Second Scene: I'm The Star In A Step Show
Around Corners, The Coroner's Office;
Where My Rep Grows. I'm On Some Sort Of Drug
Like The President, It's Evident That I'm Noid,
A Little Bit Of Pizza - The Riddle Gets Deeper.
I'm Lookin For Outs N Ins, Stolen Isotonas,
The Gloves, The Bout Begins Three Jabs On A Transport
It's A Sport For Me To Take Another Life On Landing,
Branding Wit A Prattle Prod Designed By God.
It's My Job To Resign Frauds,
The Odd Is Against You Got A Degree In Me,
Before You Enter You Have To Bring
Back The Creator Of Winter Damn
Too Late I'm Spoiled I Need The Napalm
I Got It I Shot It In My Left Sector
Blew Up The Timing Device On The Reactor.
Time Shifted I Had To Remold The Floor
The Foundation For Creation Mate's Blend
The Pleasure Dome Into Another Roam
A Walk Stalked Nightly By The Ogre
That's Rarely Sober. But There's No Tracin
I See The Place In The Flow. I'm Beyond Dawn,
No I'm Not In The Lawn Under Pawns -
Don't Rest, Never Possessed Stagnate Magnets.
I Never Pulled Slits Lips Wit No Braille Skilled Eyes -
Balls Through Eyesockets. I'm Currently Current
Currents Of Electricity; They Can't Get Wit Me
Invisible To The Retina Half - Way Reality Part Limbo.
A Nervous Laugh While Ya Climbin Through Windows,
Never Spin Ho's On Merry-go-rounds,
Be The Ground Level For Ghouls, Schools Of Fish,
Victims On A Hit List Me Like Geronimo On A Pratt -
Tackle Patt Tacklin Patterns Addin In Seasonings, Flavor.
No False Teeth For Beef, Catapulting Fingers To Light
Switches So You Can See The Real, I Feel The Tension
My Sight Twitches - I'm Bent.
Second Scene: I'm The Star In A Step Show
Around Corners, The Coroner's Office;
Where My Rep Grows. I'm On Some Sort Of Drug
Like The President, It's Evident That I'm Noid,
A Little Bit Of Pizza - The Riddle Gets Deeper.
I'm Lookin For Outs N Ins, Stolen Isotonas,
The Gloves, The Bout Begins Three Jabs On A Transport
It's A Sport For Me To Take Another Life On Landing,
Branding Wit A Prattle Prod Designed By God.
It's My Job To Resign Frauds,
The Odd Is Against You Got A Degree In Me,
Saafir The Saucee Nomad
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