Song | idiot the chef |
Artist | Pile |
Album | jerk routine |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
idiot the chef - pile | |
i was sucking on the doorknob | |
while chewing on the key | |
then snuck in through the window | |
to help preserve my knees | |
when do i get to go | |
when do i get to stay | |
i could bite my nails to the elbow | |
or i could just wait | |
i was giving everything i have to you | |
and i found that my trash picking was the best thing i could do | |
get to licking all the wounds | |
now we funnel in the salt | |
going to get so high and low | |
now it��s all your fault | |
all of the stoplights are out today so i��ll chance it and coast | |
they always win but i��m a dictator of a small plot of land | |
don��t pluck flowers with the hand i��m holding | |
i need to hoard only a few things all for myself | |
otherwise i start to get so nervous |
idiot the chef pile | |
i was sucking on the doorknob | |
while chewing on the key | |
then snuck in through the window | |
to help preserve my knees | |
when do i get to go | |
when do i get to stay | |
i could bite my nails to the elbow | |
or i could just wait | |
i was giving everything i have to you | |
and i found that my trash picking was the best thing i could do | |
get to licking all the wounds | |
now we funnel in the salt | |
going to get so high and low | |
now it s all your fault | |
all of the stoplights are out today so i ll chance it and coast | |
they always win but i m a dictator of a small plot of land | |
don t pluck flowers with the hand i m holding | |
i need to hoard only a few things all for myself | |
otherwise i start to get so nervous |
idiot the chef pile | |
i was sucking on the doorknob | |
while chewing on the key | |
then snuck in through the window | |
to help preserve my knees | |
when do i get to go | |
when do i get to stay | |
i could bite my nails to the elbow | |
or i could just wait | |
i was giving everything i have to you | |
and i found that my trash picking was the best thing i could do | |
get to licking all the wounds | |
now we funnel in the salt | |
going to get so high and low | |
now it s all your fault | |
all of the stoplights are out today so i ll chance it and coast | |
they always win but i m a dictator of a small plot of land | |
don t pluck flowers with the hand i m holding | |
i need to hoard only a few things all for myself | |
otherwise i start to get so nervous |