Goonda Gloss - Tapas lyrics

Foe Hammer beam us up, peli backseat seams ripped Got bean dip and the green clip, a stack of tapas drops us Zoned out awake to black eyed java The deep field floods blood through my vena cava My plate burnt sienna terra cotta An order plush patatas bravas got me glowing rosy al cantata Next up on the set hot frittata Spinach biz finished, stuffed my belly full a load of shunyata Got a, squat Gwash by my side Dozen shots of chalky raki turn me into doctor hyde Turn me into lobster fried dollop bu*ter on the side Crack my skull open wide Next dish up my two eyes soaked in brine Saline solutions turns eyes towards evolution Completion of the mission praise serving retribution Now realize that gwash knows a truth The tapas booth in the back keeps your mind in it's prime youth (interlude skit) Mortar for these bricks looks just like me Now shot out the park by the Ruth Skipping town, skipping planets next stop: Duluth Caught the last bus, end of the line, ya goof The tapas booth in the back keeps your mind in it's prime youth Pour a liter cedar ether i'm a Gwash believer Tapas upon tapas drop a copper for a jala popper Gasman, last stand, ma** shambles Gwash verse the world game of dice what's to gamble Some bush meat sandwiches, ten twelve thirteen A stack of crisp churros syrup splashing keep it clean Spark some dark crumbs narcs run from the proof The tapas booth in the back keeps your mind in it's prime youth