Nessa Raico Spitfire lyrics
Spitfire
Nessa Raico
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Class is always in session...
(attend at your discretion.)
I spit fire; fuck your "slayin'". got a split tongue - (gnō Satan) - take a hit, pop the tape in, let 'em cook, I'll be bakin' - how you gonna stay afloat with your current situation?
"it's a shame!" "what a pity!" "all that glitter on her kitty!" - 40 pearls around her neck, emulatin' Miss Piggy. nah, pay your dues, watch your neq, do your work, cash your cheq, cut the strings, cut yourself, let it heal, take the rest... understand: I already know the whole damn plan. overstand: I'm the type 'a learned to hold my own hand when the Floodgates break, when there's Blood in the Sand... I digress - clean that mess - here, lemme open up my chest: said it's mine for the takin' - well, I took it, now I'm skatin' - (slightly shaken, but I'm blessed). meta-euphoric-morphosis (like) fractal, fornicative bliss (they) trapped you in a sinkin' ship (but) you developed gills & fins (& broke free) - aquatic air apocalypse - transmutate every single whim... eternally transfixed by liquid love from Mother Nature's lips...
(this is your Awakening)
(attend at your discretion.)
I spit fire; fuck your "slayin'". got a split tongue - (gnō Satan) - take a hit, pop the tape in, let 'em cook, I'll be bakin' - how you gonna stay afloat with your current situation?
"it's a shame!" "what a pity!" "all that glitter on her kitty!" - 40 pearls around her neck, emulatin' Miss Piggy. nah, pay your dues, watch your neq, do your work, cash your cheq, cut the strings, cut yourself, let it heal, take the rest... understand: I already know the whole damn plan. overstand: I'm the type 'a learned to hold my own hand when the Floodgates break, when there's Blood in the Sand... I digress - clean that mess - here, lemme open up my chest: said it's mine for the takin' - well, I took it, now I'm skatin' - (slightly shaken, but I'm blessed). meta-euphoric-morphosis (like) fractal, fornicative bliss (they) trapped you in a sinkin' ship (but) you developed gills & fins (& broke free) - aquatic air apocalypse - transmutate every single whim... eternally transfixed by liquid love from Mother Nature's lips...
(this is your Awakening)
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