Letras
Posted on Suno Facebook group never wanting to boast. so many comments in I'm still feeling like a ghost
Just gotta let people be people
I'd rather have a bottle in front of me than a frontal lobotomy
Slug fly sideways on Saturdays and nobody believes me
I had chicken shrimp tacos for lunch and my dog farted on me
It's on the verge of tasting like tomatoes
I don't know what I'm saying but I'm having a good time, kinda
Track record solid, My tank on E, If you scared then call the police
All we are is Dust on the Furniture
Don't you take away my blue suede shoes! I've got nothing else to lose
Still I can't refuse
When temptation's dressed in midnight blues
Neon shadows in the dark with phoenix flames
Met a vampire riding shotgun on a stubborn donkey
Excitement in their eyes with a gallop towards the drive-thru for midnight tacos
The aluminum hat is not just a fashion statement
My toaster just DM'd my microwave: 'meet me in the chorus, we're going full goblin mode
If two witches were to watch two wrist watches, which witch would watch which watch?
If I make a persona of my dog, is it my dogma?
All we are is Dust on the Furniture
Don't you take away my blue suede shoes! I've got nothing else to lose
Still I can't refuse
When temptation's dressed in midnight blues
Weeble wobblen, you see me hobblen. My stumpy legs don't work and butt won't twerk
I pray to the big wheel, it starts raining hamsters. Fluffy puddles litter the streets, squeaking as the raindrop lands and my feet
It tastes like fresh peanuts
And then it bit me
All we are is Dust on the Furniture
She'll tickle your pickle for a nickel
Don't you take away my blue suede shoes! I've got nothing else to lose
Still I can't refuse
When temptation's dressed in midnight blues
Here I sit broken hearted tried to shit, but only farted
Momma said no more poonie pie for you