Sangtekst: Dance Gavin Dance. Downtown Battle Mountain Pt. II. Privilously Poncheezied.

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Runnin rampant round town with my head in the ground
But that's just s-u-p-p-o-s-e how it's suppose to be
Me in the trunk making audible thumps
And we break and we dip and we crash and we fly
But it's not really a big deal, I'm a tolerable guy
In the age of piss when the old man whistles
Yeah I'm late, but don't remind me of our separate pistols

I'm ballistically drunk, I'm a triumphant lump
I'm an instant glow ball coffee syrup florist filled gunk
That beat is mystically drunk, I'm a triumphant lump
I'm an instant glow ball coffee syrup de clog your gunk
De clog your gunk x2
Gunk, drunk, gunk, drunk

Move on, I caught you instantly
Move on, you stomping elephant

Hello I will talk to you, I have some things to go over with
Are you mad?
Or spectacular?
Yes yes so so so so fifi fifi
Yes but my face has been melted
Hello? I will talk to you
Are you mad?
Or spectacular?

You've got loud as fuck sighs
You know how to fake cry
You've got that ostrich beak that's lowering your skill in sneak
You got you got you got me


(Thanks to Amy lomax for these lyrics)