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act i (the wallflower) - foster cazz lyrics

[yure wa tomogachiga mitsugarana yorunishi bonsaishimasen]
[osheul namjiddae]

yeah
all my days are dead and i can barely see my own reflection
finally met a chick who’s sick as f*ck i’ll keep my distance
all my days are said to be [made a part of better me]
although i know that i am sick as f*ck i keep on missing
and i’ll shout it from a mountaintop
i’ll never be ashamed to ride
this wave until my fountain falls
i’m ‘s strange as doctor strange
can you hear it babe? my couch is calling
stay and talk awake
pour a glass of wine
dining with my brain and pop some game

i’d love to paint sh*t
love to take you dancing in the moonlight
homie face it
everyone knows that i’m dope as sh*t
and you can taste it
baby i’ll show you what open is
don’t resist this, lovely
my heart is a broken fence
isn’t what you think i was some sort of singer
with the six pack abs and a bunch of money saved up
well you got me wrong i’m a wavy motherf*cker
and my b*lls hang low to the flo’ (my b*lls)

hey, come on –what’s up?
is she – wit’ us?
she gon’ – f*ck up
work up, lock up
come on – what’s up?
come on – what’s up?
come on – what’s up?
yeah, welcome to my circus

all my days are black and white
i barely see the difference in ’em
pitch of [opus] spinnin’
different records til my [bin] is spinnin’
walls are splattered, paint is drippin’ awful but i’m quite the catch
bite my ass, but life is but a film stuck in the intermission
sh*t example, been a handful, momma hates my ways
i’m a cynic dancer, been advanced and no one hates my face
i hope you twist an ankle, dip your bank roll, i’m just in a phase
of being paused, oh my god! and that’s all i have to say

you stupid b*tch i hope you have stupid kids
well i’ll be stupid rich, f*ck what cupid says
love is for the [federates] and the stupid kids
i am super duper stupid
i could have been the greatest
but i’m starin’ at these splattered walls
because i fell for you instead
isn’t what you think i was some sort of singer
with the six pack abs and a bunch of money saved up
well you got me wrong i’m a wavy motherf*cker
and my b*lls hang low to the floo’ (my b*lls)

hey, come on –what’s up?
is she – wit’ us?
she gon’ – f*ck up
work up, lock up
come on – what’s up?
come on – what’s up?
come on – what’s up?
yeah, welcome to my circus

you sounded so cool!
haha

- foster cazz lyrics

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