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Lounge - Banana Lyrics



Lounge - Banana Lyrics




You're in the lounge now, there's no way out
Clouds are rolling in but we're in a drought
Don't bring up the subject, your mouth is full of snails
No car go, the engine always fails
Holier than thou, I think not
If the devil eats lettuce then he's cooler than we thought
Find a penny, pick it up, and flick it in a fountain
Plant a crop of big ideas but only weeds are sprouting

Don't start waiting, this whole thing never stops
Popping off at my boss while he's calling the cops
I'll buy a van, an old school bus
Sweet as milk and honey but it's covered in rust
Woe is me, time is running out
Getting rich quick is what it seems it's all about
If life's a simulation, death is a reality
Duct tape a banana and hang it in a gallery

Fingers in a toaster, ready for a shock
We're a hair past a freckle on the doomsday clock
Reaching for the sun, it's going to take a while
This ain't a petting zoo, albino crocodile

Pack it up, pack it in, it's time to hit the showers
Worms' best friend when you're pushing up flowers
Hit the ground running, stop to catch your breath
Your mind is just a muscle, one you never flex

Invite said "seven," strolling in at nine
Shaking like a tambo living on a fault line
Rack them up, crack them up, billiards and banter
Scrolling your whole life never closer to an answer

Hot off the press for your ears first
Sipping wine coolers ain't quenching my thirst
Drunken bacchanal, I'm glad I'm not a cop
Pumping out singles but the album never drops
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You're in the lounge now, there's no way out
Clouds are rolling in but we're in a drought
Don't bring up the subject, your mouth is full of snails
No car go, the engine always fails
Holier than thou, I think not
If the devil eats lettuce then he's cooler than we thought
Find a penny, pick it up, and flick it in a fountain
Plant a crop of big ideas but only weeds are sprouting

Don't start waiting, this whole thing never stops
Popping off at my boss while he's calling the cops
I'll buy a van, an old school bus
Sweet as milk and honey but it's covered in rust
Woe is me, time is running out
Getting rich quick is what it seems it's all about
If life's a simulation, death is a reality
Duct tape a banana and hang it in a gallery

Fingers in a toaster, ready for a shock
We're a hair past a freckle on the doomsday clock
Reaching for the sun, it's going to take a while
This ain't a petting zoo, albino crocodile

Pack it up, pack it in, it's time to hit the showers
Worms' best friend when you're pushing up flowers
Hit the ground running, stop to catch your breath
Your mind is just a muscle, one you never flex

Invite said "seven," strolling in at nine
Shaking like a tambo living on a fault line
Rack them up, crack them up, billiards and banter
Scrolling your whole life never closer to an answer

Hot off the press for your ears first
Sipping wine coolers ain't quenching my thirst
Drunken bacchanal, I'm glad I'm not a cop
Pumping out singles but the album never drops
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Writer: Michael Filice, Ryan Justice, Sean Justice
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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Performed By: Lounge
Language: English
Length: 3:26
Written by: Michael Filice, Ryan Justice, Sean Justice

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