Istasha - Squishy Caterpillars Riding On Bullets

Kishore Kumar Hits — Istasha - Squishy Caterpillars Riding On Bullets lyrics

Artist: Istasha

album: Squishy Caterpillars Riding On Bullets

(Istasha, this shit fucking sucks)
Under trees I could lay, no shade
I feel like Apollo but I feel no pain
Prolly I'm a dummy, no mannequin
But I cannot shift anything
On the minute I could change my name, no-
Witch that could phase my brain
Back with the shackles strapped, untamed
All up in the cut like it's bad blood
Buds are bad crop
Brain rot like I got bad strain, huh
Ghost, leave the scene
Go burrow down in debris
No control, no receipt
No buyback, drift with the leaves
In my hell, forty feet
No cover deep under sea
Never sleep, leave my face
Live in my space, I paint opaque
♪
Ice cold, bit like a revved up pit bull
I go hidden, like a debt never paid full
Hollowed face stay marked, no sigil
I could play my part, no vigil
Hooked up, taken by the breath like a dead bug
With the baggage, I'm a vet on the red rug
Hall of fame lay tame, residual
Sever connections, affection, forget 'em all
Ghost, leave the scene
Go burrow down in debris
No control, no receipt
No buyback, drift with the leaves
In my hell, forty feet
No cover deep under sea
Never sleep, leave my face
Live in my space, I paint opaque
♪
(Ghost, leave the scene)
(Go burrow down in debris)
(No control, no receipt)
(No buyback, drift with the leaves)
(In my hell, forty feet)
(No cover deep under sea)
(Never sleep, leave my face)
(Live in my space...)

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