ZZZ Top Testo

Somebody in a cultivated moment of distress
Composed himself enough to artfully carve Zoso in his desk
They was probably thinking fuck you fuck you fuck you in they head
With a hell bound arm and a acidy wash
Homemade curfew a thousand o'clock
And a pot leaf tattoo his friend did drunk
Like a badge of mystique though it technically sucked
Taking the name of the father in vain
On the way to the blade in his locker
Estranged A switch he lifted from a sibling's skivvy drawer
Who branched off into ninja stars
And never knew his shit was sharked
Here with a higher purpose
And a prime alert to juvenile beserkers
Like Crocea Mors in a arcade drop claw gouging a valentine for Miss Othmar
Watch
Capital Zed, slowly maneuver the O
S is the most difficult to control
Finally O, into the eye of Goliath you goes
That levy crushin’ percussion’ll pull the monkey upright
Twelve or ghetto blaster
Black or technicolor telecaster
Lecture at a faster rate than class was making them develop backwards
It would appear you spelled out all the answers

When they ask how you, feeling you,
Tell em you, feeling like,
Something important died screaming, you, tell em you,
Feeling like, something even more important arrived breathing, Something you should probably try feeding
When they as how you, living you,
Tell em you, living like,
Something important died hissing, you, tell em you,
Living like, something even more important arrived giving,
Something you should probably try willing

Somebody in a cultivated moment of distrust
Composed themselves enough to magic-marker Zulu on these chucks
They was tryin to do the buckle font from ‘renegades of funk‘
In a 3D frame of exploding brick
And whiz-lines for the locally motion sick
Beyond gross but evoked a host of 'oh dip' where a social neurosis owned the whole strip
Heart of a cat with a lark in his mouth in the marrow of waiting his guardians out
Flashlight, chisel tips, milked venom, pistol grip
Images relocated from milled vellum to scissor kick
Silent agreement at hand
King of the hill for a queen of the damned
She in the doorway seething began that clean white pair had a 3-year plan
Oops, capital Zed
Radical U in the cut
Truly to beautiful "l"oser it up
U and he done
Collateral damage a future alum
That key to Shambala Planet rocking Bambaatta sample chop
Churning out a cancer for the vandal squad
Analog, and he finds
Animated colors on a page
Like synthesized cultures on a stage

When they ask how you, feeling you,
Tell em you, feeling like,
Something important died screaming, you, tell em you,
Feeling like, something even more important arrived breathing,
Something you should probably try feeding
When they as how you, living you,
Tell em you, living like,
Something important died hissing, you, tell em you,
Living like, something even more important arrived giving,
Something you should probably try willing


Somebody in a cultivated moment of resolve
Composed themselves enough to publicize The Zeros in this stall
They was scoping every dog and pony previously scrawled
With a festering hate for the gum drop edge
‘Disco sucks’ tee, punk‘s not dead
But a transient teen unsung godsend, via 3 bar chords and a mugshot grin
Cheese, sign of a runaway tone in the face of authority thumbing its nose Cutting it’s teeth
Pretzled up in special order vinyl
And birds that dip their belts in little metal porcupine quills
2 dutch at a show in the front
Low-key to the can for a smoke and a fuck
Trixie, fixing her lipstick up
When his mitts got bit by the mischief bug
Snatch, capital Zed, terrible E in vermillion red
Gimme an R, O and a slippery S, over a web of the shittiest bands
That beat your heart out
Never bleeped your favorite parts out from a learned curve
Of bird fingers bursting out of germs burns, urgently
Offered through the circuits of an earlier plot
I’ll see you at the bottom
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