Death Grips - Billy Not Really | Текст песни

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[Refrain]
Oh, why me, why me, oh, I mean, oh, why me
Don't see why I need all these hands, can't stand by these
Oh, why me, why me, oh, I mean, oh why me
Don't see why I need all these hands, can't stand by these

[Verse 1]
All my palm lines running, stretching
'Cross my palm like blind cross etching
Palm mummified chimera filming
Bronze my palm now, all brown palm now
Visits some medium, won't come near me
Treats me like a meteor
She scares me

[Bridge]
My bony
Now, now, Billy, not really
My bony
Now, now, Billy, not really

[Hook]
Yo, oi, yo, ouh, aww, Billy, Billy, not really, yo, raw
Yo, oi, yo, ouh, aww, Billy, Billy, not really, yo, oi, yo, amnesia
Yo, oi, yo, ouh, aww, Billy, Billy, not really, yo, raw
Yo, oi, yo, ouh, aww, Billy, Billy, not really, yo, oi, yo, amnesia

[Refrain]
Oh, why me, why me, oh, I mean, oh, why me
Don't see why I need all these hands, can't stand by these
Oh, why me, why me, oh, I mean, oh, why me
Don't see why I need all these hands, can't stand by these

[Verse 2]
Every movement after sudden movement, déjà vu abductee
Sucky sucky
Sticky psyche touching so many
Sensory dripping, dripping, dripping, splashing, splashing happening
Already
Now, now, Billy, not really

[Refrain]
Oh, why me, why me, oh, I mean, oh, why me
Don't see why I need all these hands, can't stand by these

[Bridge]
My bony
Now, now, Billy, not really
My bony
Now, now, Billy, not really
Amnesia

[Hook]
Yo, oi, yo, ouh, aww, Billy, Billy, not really, yo, raw
Yo, oi, yo, ouh, aww, Billy, Billy, not really, yo, oi, yo, amnesia

[Outro]
I man tsunami feral, get barreled in other worlds
No hand in sea of pearls, buried in frozen Jheri curls
I man Herzog shooting solitaire
No hands, savoir nova shaka glare Zulu somnambulist lair
Flick of my wrist ouh, shit, ouh, awhoo shit
Phantom lix crude lix, I man island exclusive
Flick of my wrist ouh, shit, ouh, awhoo shit
Flick of my wrist awe shit, aww, I'm not shit
She tune in telly through your shriveled button pressed jaundice yellow
She's your experience, you're her experiment
Her vox limbo fine print in obese sharpie so sorry falsetto
You're her experiment, she's your experience

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