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Correct Bloomer Lyrics
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Correct Bloomer
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I ain't no fool I cook the nuggets in the oven And they taste so good That's why I put em in my stomach If you shake your fist Then it won't do nothing If you shake your fist Then it won't do nothing Yeah I ain't fool I'm pettin' puppies every day Please stay out the pool I'm really worried bout your suede If you shake your fist Then it won't do nothing If you shave your fist Then it won't do I'm in all black You can't act Don't aim for the brain You spinal tap They can't laugh Or raise flags Just suffer under weight of finance Shillin' for the center of nice Lookin' for twice my type some sort of innocent devil Similar to good ass bread It might feel soft to be dead And not really that awkward Don't become the father of a ladle Have to scoop up soup filled with poop And pebbles Don't become a bird-ass horse You'll probably peck at a corpse And then fly through a meadow I'm awake On an unimpressed star I know who you are You're the feigning hope The flailing rope You'll hang yourself from Was it fun Running towards the sun I hope your problems fade away And solve themselves for you Cause that's the type of thing you'd say You know not what it do No more meaning I'm receiving That's not healing Just revealing What you have to lose I'm in all black You can't act Don't aim for the brain You spinal tap They can't laugh Or raise flags Just suffer under weight of finance Its a style that you can't undo Your life's the flu Thrown down the loo Lies ain't soap and they can't save you Amazing stuff I'm so proud I can't thank me enough I ain't no fool I cook the nuggets in the oven And they taste so good That's why I put em in my stomach If you shake your fist Then it won't do nothing If you shake your fist Then it won't do nothing Yeah I ain't fool I'm pettin' puppies every day Please stay out the pool I'm really worried bout your suede If you shake your fist Then it won't do nothing If you shave your fist Then it won't do Shillin' for the center of nice Lookin' for twice my type some sort of innocent devil Similar to good ass bread It might feel soft to be dead And not really that awkward Don't become the father of a ladle Have to scoop up soup filled with poop And pebbles Don't become a bird-ass horse You'll probably peck at a corpse And then fly through a meadow I'm awake On an unimpressed star I know who you are You're the feigning hope The flailing rope You'll hang yourself from Was it fun Running towards the sun I hope your problems fade away And solve themselves for you Cause that's the type of thing you'd say You know not what it do Shes the bottle I'm the cork Were an icy pillow fort I'm some soup and shes a fork Were poised to knock it down Nothing will replace it I'm only trying Only trying Not to run away But I don't wanna stay
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