stet Lyrics
| Song | stet |
| Artist | Milo |
| Album | budding ornithologists are weary of tired analogies |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [00:00.000] | 作曲 : Rory Ferreira |
| [00:01.000] | 作词 : Rory Ferreira |
| [00:12.57] | I write a rap how Piccolo grow his arm back |
| [00:15.55] | Y'all pigeonholed in combat |
| [00:16.95] | Perfidy a calm bombast |
| [00:18.35] | Mortal Cumbia podcast |
| [00:19.94] | On my chin, red velvet cake crumbs make contact |
| [00:22.93] | Crack pot mascot in the temple of stolen inches |
| [00:26.16] | Minding my own black business |
| [00:27.79] | The solitude in riches, no credit, no category |
| [00:30.62] | No sabbatical allegory |
| [00:32.16] | Radicals request their alimony |
| [00:34.30] | No escape, no clone war |
| [00:35.76] | Death don't care who own more |
| [00:37.57] | The left hand of Nostrum Grocers |
| [00:39.51] | Doctor ignotum per ignotius |
| [00:40.91] | The sweeter the berry, the blacker my Folgers |
| [00:43.23] | The darker my grey clouds and yet how |
| [00:45.40] | It seems to thicken my PayPal so steadily |
| [00:47.84] | And rap music is so amenable to meddling |
| [00:50.25] | Regardless, I stay ventilating |
| [00:51.69] | Driving zig zags and rental vans up canyon |
| [00:54.51] | Where you don't get no medal for what your standards demand |
| [00:56.93] | Reckless abandon is recommended to claim an upper hand sign |
| [01:00.00] | The Ruby Yacht weatherman |
| [01:01.66] | **** a taper, let my hair grow, ergo |
| [01:05.16] | **** a comb, let my hair loc |
| [01:07.68] | Iridescent mare lurk the Airdrop |
| [01:09.98] | To toot his own horn, self-born, getting closer to form |
| [01:13.24] | Bellowing animist, fellow's magnanimous |
| [01:16.05] | Muttering damned amateurs |
| [01:17.56] | Tripping on the mic cable, bomb, cough, costs bombs |
| [01:21.07] | Fondant for the savant of off-day songs |
| [01:23.93] | No fables, alms |
| [01:27.41] | No fables, alms |
| [01:33.30] | I stare down an oncoming rapper in an Escalade |
| [01:36.68] | Like I'm Theaster Gates |
| [01:38.06] | Getting paid for a performance art piece |
| [01:40.05] | Unfurl the dormant barking, do not become a beast |
| [01:42.78] | Mutual exclusivity is ******* with me |
| [01:45.27] | I like the orange box of Zig Zags |
| [01:47.66] | Handled your album like a useless knick knack |
| [01:49.88] | Drove off the Prius rental bumping The Get Back |
| [01:52.04] | Had a hell of a time and now I'm airborne |
| [01:54.48] | Boingo hotspot, copping some Tretorns |
| [01:57.51] | My natural-born state is to scorn haste |
| [01:59.60] | It's just something about how the orange box taste |
| [02:02.35] | Gorgeous like heartache |
| [02:03.52] | Never made it past the rough draft |
| [02:05.11] | As asphalt glints, I hum a ballad to it's innocence |
| [02:08.55] | Like what's mystical is skin pressed to skull |
| [02:10.60] | Desertions wink, mince the door |
| [02:12.20] | Reading "push" or "pull" |
| [00:00.000] | zuo qu : Rory Ferreira |
| [00:01.000] | zuo ci : Rory Ferreira |
| [00:12.57] | I write a rap how Piccolo grow his arm back |
| [00:15.55] | Y' all pigeonholed in combat |
| [00:16.95] | Perfidy a calm bombast |
| [00:18.35] | Mortal Cumbia podcast |
| [00:19.94] | On my chin, red velvet cake crumbs make contact |
| [00:22.93] | Crack pot mascot in the temple of stolen inches |
| [00:26.16] | Minding my own black business |
| [00:27.79] | The solitude in riches, no credit, no category |
| [00:30.62] | No sabbatical allegory |
| [00:32.16] | Radicals request their alimony |
| [00:34.30] | No escape, no clone war |
| [00:35.76] | Death don' t care who own more |
| [00:37.57] | The left hand of Nostrum Grocers |
| [00:39.51] | Doctor ignotum per ignotius |
| [00:40.91] | The sweeter the berry, the blacker my Folgers |
| [00:43.23] | The darker my grey clouds and yet how |
| [00:45.40] | It seems to thicken my PayPal so steadily |
| [00:47.84] | And rap music is so amenable to meddling |
| [00:50.25] | Regardless, I stay ventilating |
| [00:51.69] | Driving zig zags and rental vans up canyon |
| [00:54.51] | Where you don' t get no medal for what your standards demand |
| [00:56.93] | Reckless abandon is recommended to claim an upper hand sign |
| [01:00.00] | The Ruby Yacht weatherman |
| [01:01.66] | a taper, let my hair grow, ergo |
| [01:05.16] | a comb, let my hair loc |
| [01:07.68] | Iridescent mare lurk the Airdrop |
| [01:09.98] | To toot his own horn, selfborn, getting closer to form |
| [01:13.24] | Bellowing animist, fellow' s magnanimous |
| [01:16.05] | Muttering damned amateurs |
| [01:17.56] | Tripping on the mic cable, bomb, cough, costs bombs |
| [01:21.07] | Fondant for the savant of offday songs |
| [01:23.93] | No fables, alms |
| [01:27.41] | No fables, alms |
| [01:33.30] | I stare down an oncoming rapper in an Escalade |
| [01:36.68] | Like I' m Theaster Gates |
| [01:38.06] | Getting paid for a performance art piece |
| [01:40.05] | Unfurl the dormant barking, do not become a beast |
| [01:42.78] | Mutual exclusivity is with me |
| [01:45.27] | I like the orange box of Zig Zags |
| [01:47.66] | Handled your album like a useless knick knack |
| [01:49.88] | Drove off the Prius rental bumping The Get Back |
| [01:52.04] | Had a hell of a time and now I' m airborne |
| [01:54.48] | Boingo hotspot, copping some Tretorns |
| [01:57.51] | My naturalborn state is to scorn haste |
| [01:59.60] | It' s just something about how the orange box taste |
| [02:02.35] | Gorgeous like heartache |
| [02:03.52] | Never made it past the rough draft |
| [02:05.11] | As asphalt glints, I hum a ballad to it' s innocence |
| [02:08.55] | Like what' s mystical is skin pressed to skull |
| [02:10.60] | Desertions wink, mince the door |
| [02:12.20] | Reading " push" or " pull" |
| [00:00.000] | zuò qǔ : Rory Ferreira |
| [00:01.000] | zuò cí : Rory Ferreira |
| [00:12.57] | I write a rap how Piccolo grow his arm back |
| [00:15.55] | Y' all pigeonholed in combat |
| [00:16.95] | Perfidy a calm bombast |
| [00:18.35] | Mortal Cumbia podcast |
| [00:19.94] | On my chin, red velvet cake crumbs make contact |
| [00:22.93] | Crack pot mascot in the temple of stolen inches |
| [00:26.16] | Minding my own black business |
| [00:27.79] | The solitude in riches, no credit, no category |
| [00:30.62] | No sabbatical allegory |
| [00:32.16] | Radicals request their alimony |
| [00:34.30] | No escape, no clone war |
| [00:35.76] | Death don' t care who own more |
| [00:37.57] | The left hand of Nostrum Grocers |
| [00:39.51] | Doctor ignotum per ignotius |
| [00:40.91] | The sweeter the berry, the blacker my Folgers |
| [00:43.23] | The darker my grey clouds and yet how |
| [00:45.40] | It seems to thicken my PayPal so steadily |
| [00:47.84] | And rap music is so amenable to meddling |
| [00:50.25] | Regardless, I stay ventilating |
| [00:51.69] | Driving zig zags and rental vans up canyon |
| [00:54.51] | Where you don' t get no medal for what your standards demand |
| [00:56.93] | Reckless abandon is recommended to claim an upper hand sign |
| [01:00.00] | The Ruby Yacht weatherman |
| [01:01.66] | a taper, let my hair grow, ergo |
| [01:05.16] | a comb, let my hair loc |
| [01:07.68] | Iridescent mare lurk the Airdrop |
| [01:09.98] | To toot his own horn, selfborn, getting closer to form |
| [01:13.24] | Bellowing animist, fellow' s magnanimous |
| [01:16.05] | Muttering damned amateurs |
| [01:17.56] | Tripping on the mic cable, bomb, cough, costs bombs |
| [01:21.07] | Fondant for the savant of offday songs |
| [01:23.93] | No fables, alms |
| [01:27.41] | No fables, alms |
| [01:33.30] | I stare down an oncoming rapper in an Escalade |
| [01:36.68] | Like I' m Theaster Gates |
| [01:38.06] | Getting paid for a performance art piece |
| [01:40.05] | Unfurl the dormant barking, do not become a beast |
| [01:42.78] | Mutual exclusivity is with me |
| [01:45.27] | I like the orange box of Zig Zags |
| [01:47.66] | Handled your album like a useless knick knack |
| [01:49.88] | Drove off the Prius rental bumping The Get Back |
| [01:52.04] | Had a hell of a time and now I' m airborne |
| [01:54.48] | Boingo hotspot, copping some Tretorns |
| [01:57.51] | My naturalborn state is to scorn haste |
| [01:59.60] | It' s just something about how the orange box taste |
| [02:02.35] | Gorgeous like heartache |
| [02:03.52] | Never made it past the rough draft |
| [02:05.11] | As asphalt glints, I hum a ballad to it' s innocence |
| [02:08.55] | Like what' s mystical is skin pressed to skull |
| [02:10.60] | Desertions wink, mince the door |
| [02:12.20] | Reading " push" or " pull" |
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