TIGUAN by Pink Navel Lyrics
[Verse]
Yeah
I said, I like how my car cycles through all known users of
Bluetooth connections to find one that’s open, but
Also of course when I uh, roll to a stop, um
Sometimes the Dot kid bumps into encroaching this old thought
The person who owned my car last, her name is Emily
The Tiguan, remembers her, heavily
Searching for her phone again
But all it finds is me, Dev, with Weatherbox queued up to Youtube
The Clouds while I do stunts, and few stump, but lyrics like those
I wanna write a Lord Beerus light type poеm
Lay it onto a gold record fear enticеd tomb
And I roam, roam, roam, the training never stops
It’s always little thoughts on who I am, or am I liked enough, or
Did I get those likes I want?
Ah shit, forget it, I’m—
Gonna block the brain and focus on the lemon chicken, shit, I'm—
Gonna block the brain and focus on that lemon chicken, shit, my Pen is sharp, my pen is dull
Really does it matter dude?
All I nigga needs is vision, gumption, plus the attitude
Maybe like a rack or two for gas
So I could scatter through the past
I wanna do it like my dad with living latitude
Passion too
Yes of course I got it, it’s been covered
Navel is the poster child for that funny buzzer bee
Adopted as a teen
Many notes took about the operation of the Ruby Team
And oh, I worked it out dog!
Yeah
And my voice, it makes the sun rise, and I’m lookin up to Sun Wise
And I be feeling super tongue-tied
Get to feeling super sponge rhymes, this is my sponge rhyme
Soak it all up if you could find
A combination of heeding a good time
But if you can’t, dog, it’s no pressure
Sometimes I just spit simply for the pleasure, uh
That was right up on the header, uh
Imma do it super better, uh
Yeah
I said, I like how my car cycles through all known users of
Bluetooth connections to find one that’s open, but
Also of course when I uh, roll to a stop, um
Sometimes the Dot kid bumps into encroaching this old thought
The person who owned my car last, her name is Emily
The Tiguan, remembers her, heavily
Searching for her phone again
But all it finds is me, Dev, with Weatherbox queued up to Youtube
The Clouds while I do stunts, and few stump, but lyrics like those
I wanna write a Lord Beerus light type poеm
Lay it onto a gold record fear enticеd tomb
And I roam, roam, roam, the training never stops
It’s always little thoughts on who I am, or am I liked enough, or
Did I get those likes I want?
Ah shit, forget it, I’m—
Gonna block the brain and focus on the lemon chicken, shit, I'm—
Gonna block the brain and focus on that lemon chicken, shit, my Pen is sharp, my pen is dull
Really does it matter dude?
All I nigga needs is vision, gumption, plus the attitude
Maybe like a rack or two for gas
So I could scatter through the past
I wanna do it like my dad with living latitude
Passion too
Yes of course I got it, it’s been covered
Navel is the poster child for that funny buzzer bee
Adopted as a teen
Many notes took about the operation of the Ruby Team
And oh, I worked it out dog!
Yeah
And my voice, it makes the sun rise, and I’m lookin up to Sun Wise
And I be feeling super tongue-tied
Get to feeling super sponge rhymes, this is my sponge rhyme
Soak it all up if you could find
A combination of heeding a good time
But if you can’t, dog, it’s no pressure
Sometimes I just spit simply for the pleasure, uh
That was right up on the header, uh
Imma do it super better, uh