Текст (слова) песни: Aesop Rock - Boombox

Raw, I`m going to give it to you
With no trivia
Raw like that Aesop rock iron-fisted blissed felicia
While bent funny bone grown community
Spit a thousand m-1 ripples to cripple the continuity
Tap water builds character
Right I irrigate it straight to mainline
You want to do the same? Fine
These pretty profit grommet teams solidify the clot to slippery city salt piston pump drain
But hold those incredible console with the Russian roulette baboon spin-off
Where everyday a thousand strangers pray for empty chambers
One-sixth buckle
Five Sixths sweat bullets trying to keep it subtle
But I`ll get you (I`m going to get you)
Wobbly rope bridge
Broke inches tired of dry land
But duck skull stepping-stones suit the mix-down well
Well, when the rumor spreads that y`all stupid
I`ll be the cat with guilty look on face and shirt that reads: I didn`t do it!
Is it on, is it beyond basic
Does it ice grill you or is every song faceless?
Does it have a title? If didn`t would you name it?
Does it babble about nothing like a drunken atheist?
We could run that Or` Wells `84 war
For the room 1 on 1 z-tour
Till he try and fidgets with his or her own work spear specifics
Swerve around the cobra kisses
See if the venom overloads this vision
I`m going to suck the poison out and spit it
Stole my sneakers but your features never fit in
Servers you right for trying to walk a mile outside your limits
I`m going to tiptoe across this yo-yo string
Until you walk the dog out from under my feet and skip town, sit down

(Chorus)
It goes boom boom boom
Boombox

Earth to a-r vertical burden has increased at an alarming rate
This is down a point
Murder up, glee down and still falling
Still crawling out of bed at 2 on Saturdays
Came this blind soldier-burning confessional
Ease back; let a heart thump echo normalcy for 10
Let the back burner boiling point descend
I race the derby in the first heat (strike personal)
Strike personal space with the most utterly putrid version of grace
Spit the gimmick, sit and fidget
While we try and jump through hoops
Like Coney Island freak show midgets
Want to be a fighter pilot
Driving that childish early Wright brothers experiment
Prototypic model fossil
Sit and sweat bullets on a console
Busting accidental dirt bike donuts
Outside the most ridiculous poison tongue brain silo
Dead before the chubby decry ton conquered the high note
School by the cruel intention inventions pensive sideshow
See contrary to popular certainty
I alone advance without an earthly poem
And dance on a handful of zoning fans
Holding every chance to own the land I roam
With dome in hands
Truly be its only camper happy with the scrap heap
See I convinced myself it`s on
Therefore it is and the melody settles
Beneath the fact that I`m just spitting for these kids
I tried to get them all open
And once I quit and said I didn`t care
That`s when they all threw their hands up in the air

(Chorus)
It goes boom boom boom
Boombox

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Меню » Главная » Музыка » Правила » В избранное	Музыка RU: 0-9 А Б В Г Д Е Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Щ Э Ю Я EN: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z Текст (слова) песни: Aesop Rock - Boombox Raw, I`m going to give it to you With no trivia Raw like that Aesop rock iron-fisted blissed felicia While bent funny bone grown community Spit a thousand m-1 ripples to cripple the continuity Tap water builds character Right I irrigate it straight to mainline You want to do the same? Fine These pretty profit grommet teams solidify the clot to slippery city salt piston pump drain But hold those incredible console with the Russian roulette baboon spin-off Where everyday a thousand strangers pray for empty chambers One-sixth buckle Five Sixths sweat bullets trying to keep it subtle But I`ll get you (I`m going to get you) Wobbly rope bridge Broke inches tired of dry land But duck skull stepping-stones suit the mix-down well Well, when the rumor spreads that y`all stupid I`ll be the cat with guilty look on face and shirt that reads: I didn`t do it! Is it on, is it beyond basic Does it ice grill you or is every song faceless? Does it have a title? If didn`t would you name it? Does it babble about nothing like a drunken atheist? We could run that Or` Wells `84 war For the room 1 on 1 z-tour Till he try and fidgets with his or her own work spear specifics Swerve around the cobra kisses See if the venom overloads this vision I`m going to suck the poison out and spit it Stole my sneakers but your features never fit in Servers you right for trying to walk a mile outside your limits I`m going to tiptoe across this yo-yo string Until you walk the dog out from under my feet and skip town, sit down (Chorus) It goes boom boom boom Boombox Earth to a-r vertical burden has increased at an alarming rate This is down a point Murder up, glee down and still falling Still crawling out of bed at 2 on Saturdays Came this blind soldier-burning confessional Ease back; let a heart thump echo normalcy for 10 Let the back burner boiling point descend I race the derby in the first heat (strike personal) Strike personal space with the most utterly putrid version of grace Spit the gimmick, sit and fidget While we try and jump through hoops Like Coney Island freak show midgets Want to be a fighter pilot Driving that childish early Wright brothers experiment Prototypic model fossil Sit and sweat bullets on a console Busting accidental dirt bike donuts Outside the most ridiculous poison tongue brain silo Dead before the chubby decry ton conquered the high note School by the cruel intention inventions pensive sideshow See contrary to popular certainty I alone advance without an earthly poem And dance on a handful of zoning fans Holding every chance to own the land I roam With dome in hands Truly be its only camper happy with the scrap heap See I convinced myself it`s on Therefore it is and the melody settles Beneath the fact that I`m just spitting for these kids I tried to get them all open And once I quit and said I didn`t care That`s when they all threw their hands up in the air (Chorus) It goes boom boom boom Boombox Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни Boombox: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/100/1/8398.html Все тексты песен: Aesop Rock » Aesop Rock - No Splash » Aesop Rock - Mars Attacks » Aesop Rock - Garbage » Aesop Rock - Bent Life » Aesop Rock - No Jumper Cables » Aesop Rock - Sick Friend » Aesop Rock - Labor » Aesop Rock - 9-5ers Anthem » Aesop Rock - Nickel Plated Pockets » Aesop Rock - Labor Days » Aesop Rock - Dryspell » Aesop Rock - Babies with Guns » Aesop Rock - Bazooka Tooth » Aesop Rock - 89.9FM Nighttrain Promo » Aesop Rock - The Greatest Pac-Man Victory in History » Aesop Rock - Battery » Aesop Rock - I`ll Be Ok » Aesop Rock - Troubled Waters » Aesop Rock - Music for Earthworms » Aesop Rock - 1 of 4 (Thank You) Рекомендуем скачать: » Жанна Агузарова - Один поцелуй моряка » Жека - ПРОШЛОГОДНИЙ СНЕГ » Жека - ЧЁРНЫЙ ВОРОН » Жуки - Подруга друга » Жуки - Батарейка » Жанна Агузарова - Старый отель » Жинжин - Снегом стать » Женева - Времени нет » Жаров Геннадий - Гармошка » Жанна Агузарова - Желтые ботинки » Жасмин - Лели, лели » Жека - ПОДМОСКОВНАЯ ВЕСНА » Жасмин - Самый любимый » Жанна Агузарова - А снег идет » Жека - ОМУТ » Журга - Любовь моя » Жанна Агузарова - Душа » Жанна Агузарова - Вернись ко мне » Жинжин - Недолюбили » Жасмин - Не говори мне
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