Mad Vagabond Lyrics – Fear the White Noise
Singer: Fear the White Noise
Title: Mad Vagabond
Old house, new crib
Call out, who’s this
Old house, new crib
Hold out, new sh#t
Old house, new crib
Smoke loud, new hits
Old house, new crib
Pull out, new b#tch
Old house, go wild
Gold mouth, cold smile
Slow poke, slow down
Blow smoke, ghost town ()
So loud, new sounds ()
Chilling where the henny is
No I don’t have many friends
The few I do are in the mini fridge ()
Party party, in the pistol pew
On hardy barley, in a mist of booze ()
Sip the brews, and hit the doobs ()
Hit your boo then sickest spew ()
Guts on the grill
Grab a knife and fork ()
f#ckin unreal
Live a lifе that’s forced ()
Hearts on the bars
For thе Barbecue ()
Funnel my struggles
Through the jungle juice ()
Over this, been mad too long
Homelessness, cold vagabond
Whose home is this, a roaming kid
Who sold his chips to craft these songs
The power of christ compels you
The power of spite repells you
The power of strife excels you
The hours of life expel you
Or
Often I (left/right echo)
Often I, will talk that I
Have lost my life, to constant lies ()
Strongest rhymes, dishonest mind
That fossilized, stone ossified ()
Prophesied, philosophized
These wrongs of mine, be lost to time
Drowning sounds, the awkward times
Surrounding cloud, of wasps and flies
Distracted dreamer, Attractive demons
Hit zaps and stingers, to relax the screaming ()
Blastin the beams, collapsing the scene
Kraken, attack these rap actors, get mad at the fiend
Only stranger when stoned
Strains, straight to the dome ()
Homegrown zones
Made to strengthen the bones
Outliers I’m in with
Out riding with dimwits
Outkast without paths
Down cast to get sick
Division is strong ()
Don’t vibe with the pious
Out of the vision of God
And don’t rely on science
Hey Ms Parker, Hey Ms Parker
Tryna hang with the gang, who don’t maintain mishpochas
At the bars, they never card us
Cuz by the end of the night, the gotta discard us ()
Pissed were hard up, So we sniff the hard up
Worms squirm in the heart of a dog, who forgot to guard up
Over this (left/right echo)
Over this, been mad too long
Homelessness, cold vagabond
Whose home is this, a roaming kid
Who sold his chips to craft these songs
You b#tch
Home is, not the crib
Sober and awkward kid
Overdosed on pop and sniffs
Overexposed to all this sh#t
(In the storm, with the darkest parkas
Waning pains like the brain of carters)
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