Fairies by Thomas Gilltrap Lyrics
[Intro]
Nobody's perfect (nobody's perfect)
But you're perfect for me
[Verse]
I’m sorry that I don’t believe in fairies
When shit gets scary I roll around with Hairy Maclary
But when Hairy disappears because the speakers are blaring
I stop sharing, stop caring
That’s my one red herring
(I’ve got a million red herrings)
I work at a fucking fish shop
Disks stop spinning
They flop like floppy discs
Not on any bitches radar
Cause the radio is not what I’m appealing to (no)
If I emailed you
You’d say “you spitting but you’re lacking all the feeling, dude”
I don’t even know what healing all my music with do
Cause I’m still me, still here, stilling wandering Tugs
Still me, still here, feeling blue in my room
I need my bike fi-i-i-i-xed
I need that LED roll where the lights stick
Need to befriend the people head to toe in Nike ticks
Need to accept the fact that maybe I’m a bright kid
And stop fighting shit
[Hook]
I’m sorry that I don’t believe in fairies
I board ferries after two hours of staring
At the hills and people going about their life with solid bearings
Imma need a tough T tool to fix the way I’m fairing
I’m sorry that I don’t believe in fairies
I board ferries after two hours of staring
At the hills and people going about their life with solid bearings
Imma need a tough T tool to fix the way I’m fairing
[Verse]
I’m sorry that I don’t believe in fairies (yeah!)
When shit gets scary I roll around with Hairy Maclary
But when Hairy disappears because the speakers are blaring
I stop sharing, stop caring
That’s my one red herring
(I’ve got a million red herrings)
I work at a fucking fish shop
Disks stop spinning
They flop like floppy discs
Not on any bitches radar
Cause the radio is not what I’m appealing to (no)
If I emailed you
You’d say “you spitting but you’re lacking all the feeling, dude”
I don’t even know what healing all my music with do
Cause I’m still me, still here, stilling wandering Tugs
Still me, still here, feeling blue in my room
I need my bike fixed (yup)
I need that LED roll where the lights stick (ay)
Need to befriend the people head to toe in Nike ticks (no)
Need to accept the fact that maybe I’m a bright kid
And stop fighting shit
[Hook]
I’m sorry that I don’t believe in fairies
I board ferries after two hours of staring
At the hills and people going about their life with solid bearings
Imma need a tough T tool to fix the way I’m fairing (thank you, though)
I’m sorry that I don’t believe in fairies
I board ferries after two hours of staring
At the hills and people going about their life with solid bearings
Imma need a tough T tool to fix the way I’m fairing (thank you, though)
(Instrumental)
[Outro]
Nobody's perfect (nobody's perfect)
But you're perfect for me
Nobody's perfect (nobody's perfect)
But you're perfect for me
[Verse]
I’m sorry that I don’t believe in fairies
When shit gets scary I roll around with Hairy Maclary
But when Hairy disappears because the speakers are blaring
I stop sharing, stop caring
That’s my one red herring
(I’ve got a million red herrings)
I work at a fucking fish shop
Disks stop spinning
They flop like floppy discs
Not on any bitches radar
Cause the radio is not what I’m appealing to (no)
If I emailed you
You’d say “you spitting but you’re lacking all the feeling, dude”
I don’t even know what healing all my music with do
Cause I’m still me, still here, stilling wandering Tugs
Still me, still here, feeling blue in my room
I need my bike fi-i-i-i-xed
I need that LED roll where the lights stick
Need to befriend the people head to toe in Nike ticks
Need to accept the fact that maybe I’m a bright kid
And stop fighting shit
[Hook]
I’m sorry that I don’t believe in fairies
I board ferries after two hours of staring
At the hills and people going about their life with solid bearings
Imma need a tough T tool to fix the way I’m fairing
I’m sorry that I don’t believe in fairies
I board ferries after two hours of staring
At the hills and people going about their life with solid bearings
Imma need a tough T tool to fix the way I’m fairing
[Verse]
I’m sorry that I don’t believe in fairies (yeah!)
When shit gets scary I roll around with Hairy Maclary
But when Hairy disappears because the speakers are blaring
I stop sharing, stop caring
That’s my one red herring
(I’ve got a million red herrings)
I work at a fucking fish shop
Disks stop spinning
They flop like floppy discs
Not on any bitches radar
Cause the radio is not what I’m appealing to (no)
If I emailed you
You’d say “you spitting but you’re lacking all the feeling, dude”
I don’t even know what healing all my music with do
Cause I’m still me, still here, stilling wandering Tugs
Still me, still here, feeling blue in my room
I need my bike fixed (yup)
I need that LED roll where the lights stick (ay)
Need to befriend the people head to toe in Nike ticks (no)
Need to accept the fact that maybe I’m a bright kid
And stop fighting shit
[Hook]
I’m sorry that I don’t believe in fairies
I board ferries after two hours of staring
At the hills and people going about their life with solid bearings
Imma need a tough T tool to fix the way I’m fairing (thank you, though)
I’m sorry that I don’t believe in fairies
I board ferries after two hours of staring
At the hills and people going about their life with solid bearings
Imma need a tough T tool to fix the way I’m fairing (thank you, though)
(Instrumental)
[Outro]
Nobody's perfect (nobody's perfect)
But you're perfect for me