Shower Song by Pink Navel Lyrics
I do not know who the fuck i am
Not trying to be cryptic inside
Cause really i am tired
Like so exhausted
Of trying to fine answers in life small responses
To my own scoffs and
Controlled substance use
I don’t know why my thumbs confuse
My phone with my bowl pack
Known to take prozac
But refrains those whack
Foot stance replacement stubs with
Herb and beats that thump them
I do not know who the fuck i am
Not trying to be cryptic inside
Cause really i am tired
Like, so lost inside my own closet
Blocked it off
Cause all the clothes buying
Don’t fit inside them
Or around them i guess
I’m high so buy this as real true
I can’t feel you
I can’t feel me
But i’ll rap when you ask to hear me
Cause i’d like to
And when spitting stops i’ll invite you
To the next gig i hope that you like you
And i hope my rhymes help that
Im so lost
Like a dry soft wet nap
Clean my face when i get that
Give me space then embrace when i get that
Not sick of feeling best fat
Just sick of feeling different every set back
Turn around my feelings turn around and then i check that
Cell phone again
Smash that shit because the moans hum around them
Apollo when he’s pounding agamemnon to drown them
Drown me
Not trying to be cryptic inside
Cause really i am tired
Like so exhausted
Of trying to fine answers in life small responses
To my own scoffs and
Controlled substance use
I don’t know why my thumbs confuse
My phone with my bowl pack
Known to take prozac
But refrains those whack
Foot stance replacement stubs with
Herb and beats that thump them
I do not know who the fuck i am
Not trying to be cryptic inside
Cause really i am tired
Like, so lost inside my own closet
Blocked it off
Cause all the clothes buying
Don’t fit inside them
Or around them i guess
I’m high so buy this as real true
I can’t feel you
I can’t feel me
But i’ll rap when you ask to hear me
Cause i’d like to
And when spitting stops i’ll invite you
To the next gig i hope that you like you
And i hope my rhymes help that
Im so lost
Like a dry soft wet nap
Clean my face when i get that
Give me space then embrace when i get that
Not sick of feeling best fat
Just sick of feeling different every set back
Turn around my feelings turn around and then i check that
Cell phone again
Smash that shit because the moans hum around them
Apollo when he’s pounding agamemnon to drown them
Drown me