Ghost Town - Oh Well lyrics

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Ghost Town - Oh Well lyrics

[Verse 1: Dabbla] Cut my name into your forearm I came to bring the mother f**ing pain, apply the war balm Nothing but that pure charm Plus a sore palm Drown away a thousand rainy days - I change the forecast That's a long shot, this sh** is short lived My team keep the torch lit, but no time to talk sh** I'll stab you with the forklift Drive it through your heart Blow the f**ing moon apart Liven up your stupid a** Super duper lunatic drooling in a pool of spit Moody looking dude is in cahoots with Mr. Hoover Schmidt Shoulda been the usual bit, tweaking up the formula Dinner simmer softly while I finger point at all of ya Look at what you made me do! I was only joking blud Why'd you wanna poke the bear, now you've gone and woke him up But he ain't one to open up More the type to shut it down It's time for you to swallow, while it eats from you the stomach out [Hook: Dabbla] AHHHH And I can tell you like me In the hotel like roll a L like me Oh, oh well Probably go to hell like me Tune in to the Yugen Smell my chi YEAHHH And I can tell you like me In the hotel like roll a L like me Oh, oh well Probably go to hell like me Tune in to the Yugen Smell my chi [Verse 2: Jam Baxter] I kept it tight lipped Pried apart my jaws and left The last remaining morsel of a summer fraught with raw excess We were out the back, high fiving as the mourners wept She wore a dress High heels, a necklace and a hornet's nest I'll send this can of worms back to burn again I guess Send my best regards to our deflated and disheveled chef I think I said it best back when I was glitching out sh**s cool, ain't nothing to be pissed about The year's wrapped tightly 'round our necks and left our eyes bulging The children yapping at my ankles caught a right scolding They got that brain cells man working through the night bowling Probably still tripping off that same acid I sold him So carpet bomb the whole affair We spent our time sniffing mounds of beak and breathing stolen air I told 'em hold it there, ain't nothing grim Sunlight streaming out my mother f**ing skin [Hook]