Truthfully an impulsive, bold move. I counter, if I may be so inclined. It may wade off as groovalious, but I actually counter. While the sound seems to have the intentional emotional castoff of ‘groovy’, the quiet rash manner of addition to the word opens a whole new jar of maggots.
lyrics cuz why not? Have you ever died in a nightmare Woke up surprised you hadn't earned your fate Have you ever felt like Atlas, threw your back out on the axis, and Collapsed and threw the planet away Everyone's just blood in an ice tray A vampire picking flowers out in the sun Run your diagnostic tests, it's posited nobody dies agnostic But we still dial 9-1-1 And now we're singing Ooh Could you take a look at me Am I bad, am I bad, am I bad, am I really that bad? Now we're singing Ooh Whatever you think of me If you were in my shoes You'd walk the same damn miles I do We're only tuning to the tone of the bell curve now Ask not for whom it tolls But with my head up in the clouds I can see so much ground And from up here you look like ants in a row It doesn't take a killer to murder It only takes a reason to kill We've all got evidence of innocence, it's 'everything's coincidence' the Difference twixt fate and free will is whether you're singing Ooh Could you take a look at me Am I bad, am I bad, am I bad, am I really that bad? Now we're singing Ooh Whatever you think of me If you were in my shoes You'd walk the same damn miles I do Oh-oh Right So if you wash your hands of where you've been until you flood the second floor Neatly fold your skeletons but still can't shut the closet door The only ones in need of love are those who don't receive enough So evil ones should get a little more You Could you take a look at me Am I bad, am I bad, am I bad, am I really that bad And now we're singing Ooh Whatever you think of me; if the shoe fits would you walk that mile You could put it on the other foot, it's the same size You Could you take a look at me Am I bad, am I bad, am I bad, am I really that bad We're singing Whatever you think of me If you were in my shoes You'd see I wear the same size as you
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this is so awesome and dare i say groovalicious
“groovalicious” is now in my vocabulary, thanks
bold of you to call it groovalicious
Truthfully an impulsive, bold move. I counter, if I may be so inclined. It may wade off as groovalious, but I actually counter. While the sound seems to have the intentional emotional castoff of ‘groovy’, the quiet rash manner of addition to the word opens a whole new jar of maggots.
Abso-toon-ly
lyrics cuz why not?
Have you ever died in a nightmare
Woke up surprised you hadn't earned your fate
Have you ever felt like Atlas, threw your back out on the axis, and
Collapsed and threw the planet away
Everyone's just blood in an ice tray
A vampire picking flowers out in the sun
Run your diagnostic tests, it's posited nobody dies agnostic
But we still dial 9-1-1
And now we're singing
Ooh
Could you take a look at me
Am I bad, am I bad, am I bad, am I really that bad?
Now we're singing
Ooh
Whatever you think of me
If you were in my shoes
You'd walk the same damn miles I do
We're only tuning to the tone of the bell curve now
Ask not for whom it tolls
But with my head up in the clouds I can see so much ground
And from up here you look like ants in a row
It doesn't take a killer to murder
It only takes a reason to kill
We've all got evidence of innocence, it's 'everything's coincidence' the
Difference twixt fate and free will is whether you're singing
Ooh
Could you take a look at me
Am I bad, am I bad, am I bad, am I really that bad?
Now we're singing
Ooh
Whatever you think of me
If you were in my shoes
You'd walk the same damn miles I do
Oh-oh
Right
So if you wash your hands of where you've been until you flood the second floor
Neatly fold your skeletons but still can't shut the closet door
The only ones in need of love are those who don't receive enough
So evil ones should get a little more
You
Could you take a look at me
Am I bad, am I bad, am I bad, am I really that bad
And now we're singing
Ooh
Whatever you think of me; if the shoe fits would you walk that mile
You could put it on the other foot, it's the same size
You
Could you take a look at me
Am I bad, am I bad, am I bad, am I really that bad
We're singing
Whatever you think of me
If you were in my shoes
You'd see I wear the same size as you
Tysm omg 🙏🙏🙏
TYY
Ur welcome
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TYSM
Im suing Will Wood for being too good