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just nice colors - bohdi lyrics

[verse 1]
i’ve got two little caesars pizzas
and a need to be loved
you don’t even need to want me
just come give me a hug
cook me a spot of breakfast
sweep me under the rug
i’ll come out and take a nibble
i’m a ladidy bug
spinning spinning spinning spinning spinning
spinning a web
charlotte can’t keep up with me
‘less i get into my head
oh now i’m into my head
oh sh-t i’m into my head
i lost all motor function
half the way through making my bed
fall onto it what’s the point
webs aren’t even that cool
i bet somebody’d walk right through
soon as it came off the spool
now who the fool you the fool
we the fool me the fool
now it’s pouring every time that i drool

[verse 2]
hey yo christopher papetti
come get your d-mn mail
we get two letters for you every day
without fail
there’s sun beating down on the deck
guess i should go outside
moving to new york in two months
i haven’t even applied
rent’s gonna go up
dent’s gonna blow up
he lost half his face
but still won’t stop believing in luck
find me an apartment that’s more
than half a meter across
i need more people in the street
and a more speedidy bus
get more ground under my feet
get some more reasons to trust
‘stead of falling out of sleep
screaming ’bout something i was
screaming ’bout something i was
screaming ’bout something i was
screaming ’bout something i was
screaming ’bout something i was

[verse 3]
get the f-ck out of my head
get yourself into my shoes
get my -ss out of the bed
get my mind off of the blues
get my eyes onto the greens
as they’re just starting to bloom
gotta give someone percentages
’cause i’m trying to cruise
feelings feelings feelings
that’s all you wanna hear
you wanna hear me talk about them
know how that makes me feel
know what that makes me fear
i’m spinning a brick wall
you can never come inside it ceilings are too tall
dealings are too small i need some big old cash
i’ve got some big old feet and a medium -ss
so put this sh-t on the cover of a small-print zine
this week it’ll be a cover next week’ll be
sleep sleeping is a habit put it in the air
adam took away my mattress but i don’t even care
park park it on the floor i’ll be fine
for the rest of the night
wake myself at 5am so i don’t miss my flight
now here’s my plan for the rest of the week
it’s a full continuation of my no-plan streak
now that’s the plan that’s the plan
shat the pan flat the stans
i was snoring every time that i ran

- bohdi lyrics

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