Secret Band – Black Dolphin Lyrics

Ima go flu
Sickest type 2
Criticize my direction

Jet black hair
Take it downstairs
Nobel prize my complexion

I don’t mind a little slippity slap
If I’m feelin’ vanilla than I could cream on your back
If I steal a gorilla I know that zoo is wack
And they gotta step up their shit

Acetaminophen is really your mom
I f*ck in a bomb and send the bill out to Tom
In a few generations
There’s gonna be castration stations
And then no motivation
Left to f*ck yourself

Ahhh blaow
Get another thing to do
I’m runnin’ out of words to use
A reindeer is a caribou
Cut cut cut
Or I’m stuck stuck stuck


And burnt to a crisp
Oh shit

Folded open
Throated gulping the dip

How many times will they say production
Is liposuction a tax deduction?
First you got banned then you got barred
You gotta admit that shit got hard

Who is me
I need my id
Check to see what I’m hiding

Born in a band
I had no hand
I thought nothing up myself

Little baby bunny
Little baby crow
Crow oh oh oh oh
Crow oh oh oh

What a win I’m lucky
Any time any time
If I’m suckin on a sucker
Then I whine and I whine

Get a little bittle
Widdle down to the brine
If it breaks then its brittle
And that’s not a good sign

No one expects a rhombus
To smoke the glass
A hedgehog in pajamas
Wears fake mustache

Black dolphin with flawless embossed fingers

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