Popped Thought Bubbles by The4realmcg Lyrics
This verse makes no sense!
Paper money is nonsense
Element N-O on periodic tables you yes-men
Ehhem, real cough, fake phlegm
Put a name to the mask worn by all my fuckin' Facebook friends
Maybe look again, or stare at walls
'til eyes pop out of my bed and fly right back instead
...like paddleball!
But after all the comic book boxes got filled
The song stops - and it's just a popped thought bubble
Yet I've been lying dormant, stepped on like a doormat
Blending into the dull color that the floor matched
Out of utter boredom, all it's wooden boards snap
Turn back to planks I walk off in a distant past
When thin-ass maps said the world was just as flat!
But now I see things, Baboons in G-strings
Take the backroom shift, just to work that shaft
No doubt - that's one world-class ass!
Running off at the mouth like a minature me
Jumps from my tongue to compete in the Tour De France, and
That last sentence ran off at the ampsersand, man!
Just a Road-runner in a Rangerover runnin' over
Wild. E. Coyote goin' "CATCH ME IF YOU CAN!' - damn
Try to understand, you'll lose your mind, dude
And i'll end up paying for that beautiful view in Bellvue
Chillin' in my brain's room - livin' under the same roof!
But then I go full-tard, earth explodes, God farts
Life's a camel crush, universe a ball of menthol!
But after all the comic book boxes got filled
The song stops - and it's just a popped thought bubble
Forgot my own name, just before I lost my whole face
Shoved my whole dome up my own rump
Ain't I a stinker? Like while Bugs Bunny's on the shitter
In Duck Amuck Daffy Duck jumped up and grabbed the paintbrush!
But after all the comic book boxes got filled
The song stops - and it's just a popped thought bubble
Paper money is nonsense
Element N-O on periodic tables you yes-men
Ehhem, real cough, fake phlegm
Put a name to the mask worn by all my fuckin' Facebook friends
Maybe look again, or stare at walls
'til eyes pop out of my bed and fly right back instead
...like paddleball!
But after all the comic book boxes got filled
The song stops - and it's just a popped thought bubble
Yet I've been lying dormant, stepped on like a doormat
Blending into the dull color that the floor matched
Out of utter boredom, all it's wooden boards snap
Turn back to planks I walk off in a distant past
When thin-ass maps said the world was just as flat!
But now I see things, Baboons in G-strings
Take the backroom shift, just to work that shaft
No doubt - that's one world-class ass!
Running off at the mouth like a minature me
Jumps from my tongue to compete in the Tour De France, and
That last sentence ran off at the ampsersand, man!
Just a Road-runner in a Rangerover runnin' over
Wild. E. Coyote goin' "CATCH ME IF YOU CAN!' - damn
Try to understand, you'll lose your mind, dude
And i'll end up paying for that beautiful view in Bellvue
Chillin' in my brain's room - livin' under the same roof!
But then I go full-tard, earth explodes, God farts
Life's a camel crush, universe a ball of menthol!
But after all the comic book boxes got filled
The song stops - and it's just a popped thought bubble
Forgot my own name, just before I lost my whole face
Shoved my whole dome up my own rump
Ain't I a stinker? Like while Bugs Bunny's on the shitter
In Duck Amuck Daffy Duck jumped up and grabbed the paintbrush!
But after all the comic book boxes got filled
The song stops - and it's just a popped thought bubble