the conjurance by twxg Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Kettle falls, heart falls, shatter like egg
Only pay 10, for that bottle like chegg
Watch while pottery chip on my leg
Waterboard the ship, all the passengers beg
Come aboard, Castlerock, chisel on my rock
Bag on my head, purple? bronze? hat? talk?
Mixed up my phone for a box of chalk
Speaking gibberish, when will it stop?
[Hook]
Senile aisles, prices confusing
What’s red and yellow, what food is produce?
In a store of my gigabyte, bite in my apple
My Apple computer, my mind going forth and back-
[Bridge]
You wеre the one, whеre have you gone?
Your ghost lies in bed, I see you in the sun
Stardust falls, I’m getting short, not tall
Can I be a kid? I think I’ve reached the fall
[Verse 2]
Your face in a coffin, I simply can’t handle it
5 dozen years ago, table was candlelit
Rough ends were smooth, you making moves
Hoping they look away, hand on your boobs
Frolic in the grass, wine in a glass
Swish swish, fuck, hand on my ass
Those were the days, can we go back
Lookin fresh and swell, we never lacked!
[Hook]
Senile aisles, prices confusing
What’s red and yellow, what food is produce?
In a store of my gigabyte, bite in my apple
My Apple computer, my mind going forth and back-
Kettle falls, heart falls, shatter like egg
Only pay 10, for that bottle like chegg
Watch while pottery chip on my leg
Waterboard the ship, all the passengers beg
Come aboard, Castlerock, chisel on my rock
Bag on my head, purple? bronze? hat? talk?
Mixed up my phone for a box of chalk
Speaking gibberish, when will it stop?
[Hook]
Senile aisles, prices confusing
What’s red and yellow, what food is produce?
In a store of my gigabyte, bite in my apple
My Apple computer, my mind going forth and back-
[Bridge]
You wеre the one, whеre have you gone?
Your ghost lies in bed, I see you in the sun
Stardust falls, I’m getting short, not tall
Can I be a kid? I think I’ve reached the fall
[Verse 2]
Your face in a coffin, I simply can’t handle it
5 dozen years ago, table was candlelit
Rough ends were smooth, you making moves
Hoping they look away, hand on your boobs
Frolic in the grass, wine in a glass
Swish swish, fuck, hand on my ass
Those were the days, can we go back
Lookin fresh and swell, we never lacked!
[Hook]
Senile aisles, prices confusing
What’s red and yellow, what food is produce?
In a store of my gigabyte, bite in my apple
My Apple computer, my mind going forth and back-