11-15-2019, 12:17 PM
Brown Squawk
When we aren’t lookin’, they whisper the same things.
“Those are the people,” they say, “who want to have babies and live off my taxes.”
They don’t say brown,
But I know.
“Those are the people,” they say, “who want to have babies and live off my taxes.”
As though it were chin slappin’ hilarious to sleep three deep in a twin bed,
But I know
I eat free lunch and pay for it every night.
As though it were chin slappin’ hilarious to sleep three deep in a twin bed.
Brodie killed a cockroach. Squashed it underneath his tongue.
I eat free lunch and pay for it every night.
Nobody hears Tasha squawk. She ain’t really a chicken.
Brodie killed a cockroach. Squashed it underneath his tongue.
One day I’ll have bangs and my zits’ll clear.
Nobody hears Tasha squawk. She ain’t really a chicken.
When we aren’t looking, they whisper the same things.
When we aren’t lookin’, they whisper the same things.
“Those are the people,” they say, “who want to have babies and live off my taxes.”
They don’t say brown,
But I know.
“Those are the people,” they say, “who want to have babies and live off my taxes.”
As though it were chin slappin’ hilarious to sleep three deep in a twin bed,
But I know
I eat free lunch and pay for it every night.
As though it were chin slappin’ hilarious to sleep three deep in a twin bed.
Brodie killed a cockroach. Squashed it underneath his tongue.
I eat free lunch and pay for it every night.
Nobody hears Tasha squawk. She ain’t really a chicken.
Brodie killed a cockroach. Squashed it underneath his tongue.
One day I’ll have bangs and my zits’ll clear.
Nobody hears Tasha squawk. She ain’t really a chicken.
When we aren’t looking, they whisper the same things.
I sleep with the lights out.
They always come back.
They always come back.