Dim Sum and Noodles make me feel alright.
Dim Sum and Noodles make me feel alright.
Dim Sum and Noodles make me feel alright, —
— but not tonight, 'cause they fight, and I’m like…
Woah woah woah woah woah
Cotching in the Skoda. Gun-grey leather back seat.
And eyes fix straight on the night.
Mind’s kind of jittery. Skittles like Jam jars shaked up —
— tinging and ringing like a champ.
It’s all a bit blank. Don’t like phone call’s, man.
It’s a? trash ting, laying in my bed room.
Maybe I should ask Frank Philly or Fred, and —
Backspace the words you’ve said.
The lights ain’t river, it’s constantly red, —
— and «patience is a parasite», my daddy once said.
But I’m an old school fella in a new aged town.
City on speed. I gotta get down.
But upping up the tempo leads to upping up mistakes, —
— and I’ve made a load of late. -- Great
Trate book rate.
A fresh don’t care; it’s some sunrise weather.