歌词
Where did that thing go?
Soothing a crowd with wiser particles
Warm-blooded, soluble, evaporate out, idea siphoning
Keeping us all in pharma, terrestrial clout
Wanted to fight that hardball, wearing me out
Well it’s so symptomatic of broken party lines
And she’s a self-effacing woman you’ll never find
So can I hit you up or is it a bad time?
Oh no, it can’t be so
Where did you come from?
You’re staking me out for something comfortable
To lie beside and to notarize to gladly suffer you
Keeping me till I turn up away from the ground
Wanted to fight that hardball, wearing me out
Well it’s so symptomatic of brokеn party lines
And she’s a self-еffacing woman you’ll never find
So can I hit you up or is it a bad time?
Oh no, it can’t be so