โหลดเพลง mp3 Labyrinthian Pomp - Of Montreal

Labyrinthian Pomp - Of Montreal
How you wanna tag my style when I am so superior

How you wanna hate a thing when you are so inferior

How you wanna mess how you wanna mess my spotless interior

Let's just say you are not the destroyer

I've got my bright girl near me

She's so much taller with a crisp endorsement from the C.C.A.A. Booty Patrol

She's so meta, references Stendhal

Shares my strange urge to smash a window in every house on our block

Delinquent days are here again

How you wanna tag my style when I am so superior

How you wanna hate a thing when you are so inferior

How you wanna mess how you wanna mess my spotless interior

Let's just say you are not the destroyer

I've got my georgie fruit on

He's my dark mutation for my demented past time

Giving replicators somewhere to go
But we're authentic

You can test my talons against your cursive body

But the controller sphere has disappeared and it hurts

It's like to disappear for ever but I'm not afraid

There's two gods for every one, one, two gods for the beasts

An hour dead deflects our eggs on latitude 01 degree

I trusted you no don't explain

Moving in clipped tempos making sad dreams of the flags

Appearing crazy how the symbolism works, don't look at them