Growling and twisting and general unrest
Would be the case if my scenario was best
But the waves hit me fundamentally deeper
And my belly is ready to jam on the bleeper
Stomach censorship cerealized since seven
When additional sugar was making milk heaven
Years of tetracycline has it's effect
My predominant gut feeling is currently regret
Maybe it was the tollhouse in the brownie batter
Or by chance the biscuits and gravy's scented counter
Feel like I've been offered mayo glazed raw flounder
While driving please take turns slow and rounder
It's tummy ache stomach break tried and true
If I regurgitate it's not intended for you
Seven-Up promptly for these abdominal blues
I'll google how to start a new kombucha brew
Tired of the tummy trouble just keep it inside
Tired of the tummy trouble just keep it inside
Dullish study voltage controlled buddy
Work my emotions like borax based putty
Dirty intentions make a wet blanket muddy
The absurdisms complete me but aren't quite funny
Welcome to the zone of twilight confusion
Not here to make a purchase I'm simply perusing
I think I missed the logical operator's function
Wondering whatever at this formal junction
Concurrently with the flux of the sample and hold
I ride the sine wave like an aggravated bull
But I still lack experience with this type of mammal
Close up and shut down and embrace the full trample
Slightly more engaged Doctor Cox has been paged
Plastic bag poetry that has yet to be staged
The vibrato wiggles wildly like a worm in the rain
And Silverstein left plenty of water in my brain
This song was formed through fresh linguistic recursion
I would over prepare for any possible excursion
A rush of blood will make my ears ring loud
Stereo dissonance and I hate every sound
Welcome back to the dawn and dusk of confusion
I'm here to embody your complete disillusion
I'm quite sure that predicate has always been false
The confusion zone has random endless maze halls
Generated curtesy of the sample and hold
I ride the saw wave like an aggravated bull
But I still lack experience with this type of signal
Close up and shut down and embrace the full wiggle
Safety Concerns - Tummy Trouble/Confusion Lyrics
Safety Concerns - Tummy Trouble/Confusion Lyrics
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Growling and twisting and general unrest
Would be the case if my scenario was best
But the waves hit me fundamentally deeper
And my belly is ready to jam on the bleeper
Stomach censorship cerealized since seven
When additional sugar was making milk heaven
Years of tetracycline has it's effect
My predominant gut feeling is currently regret
Maybe it was the tollhouse in the brownie batter
Or by chance the biscuits and gravy's scented counter
Feel like I've been offered mayo glazed raw flounder
While driving please take turns slow and rounder
It's tummy ache stomach break tried and true
If I regurgitate it's not intended for you
Seven-Up promptly for these abdominal blues
I'll google how to start a new kombucha brew
Tired of the tummy trouble just keep it inside
Tired of the tummy trouble just keep it inside
Dullish study voltage controlled buddy
Work my emotions like borax based putty
Dirty intentions make a wet blanket muddy
The absurdisms complete me but aren't quite funny
Welcome to the zone of twilight confusion
Not here to make a purchase I'm simply perusing
I think I missed the logical operator's function
Wondering whatever at this formal junction
Concurrently with the flux of the sample and hold
I ride the sine wave like an aggravated bull
But I still lack experience with this type of mammal
Close up and shut down and embrace the full trample
Slightly more engaged Doctor Cox has been paged
Plastic bag poetry that has yet to be staged
The vibrato wiggles wildly like a worm in the rain
And Silverstein left plenty of water in my brain
This song was formed through fresh linguistic recursion
I would over prepare for any possible excursion
A rush of blood will make my ears ring loud
Stereo dissonance and I hate every sound
Welcome back to the dawn and dusk of confusion
I'm here to embody your complete disillusion
I'm quite sure that predicate has always been false
The confusion zone has random endless maze halls
Generated curtesy of the sample and hold
I ride the saw wave like an aggravated bull
But I still lack experience with this type of signal
Close up and shut down and embrace the full wiggle
Would be the case if my scenario was best
But the waves hit me fundamentally deeper
And my belly is ready to jam on the bleeper
Stomach censorship cerealized since seven
When additional sugar was making milk heaven
Years of tetracycline has it's effect
My predominant gut feeling is currently regret
Maybe it was the tollhouse in the brownie batter
Or by chance the biscuits and gravy's scented counter
Feel like I've been offered mayo glazed raw flounder
While driving please take turns slow and rounder
It's tummy ache stomach break tried and true
If I regurgitate it's not intended for you
Seven-Up promptly for these abdominal blues
I'll google how to start a new kombucha brew
Tired of the tummy trouble just keep it inside
Tired of the tummy trouble just keep it inside
Dullish study voltage controlled buddy
Work my emotions like borax based putty
Dirty intentions make a wet blanket muddy
The absurdisms complete me but aren't quite funny
Welcome to the zone of twilight confusion
Not here to make a purchase I'm simply perusing
I think I missed the logical operator's function
Wondering whatever at this formal junction
Concurrently with the flux of the sample and hold
I ride the sine wave like an aggravated bull
But I still lack experience with this type of mammal
Close up and shut down and embrace the full trample
Slightly more engaged Doctor Cox has been paged
Plastic bag poetry that has yet to be staged
The vibrato wiggles wildly like a worm in the rain
And Silverstein left plenty of water in my brain
This song was formed through fresh linguistic recursion
I would over prepare for any possible excursion
A rush of blood will make my ears ring loud
Stereo dissonance and I hate every sound
Welcome back to the dawn and dusk of confusion
I'm here to embody your complete disillusion
I'm quite sure that predicate has always been false
The confusion zone has random endless maze halls
Generated curtesy of the sample and hold
I ride the saw wave like an aggravated bull
But I still lack experience with this type of signal
Close up and shut down and embrace the full wiggle
Writer: Julian Faulkner
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid