Apologetic Lyrics & Chords By Roosevelt Tharpa

Under the hood, the coldwater pump Lets the Monkey angels get us sick, Our flying flees and millipedes Read our white count And screen for the bug The old fashioned physician...read more

The low blow blues will leave your name in the mirror. you shiver at the memory of every ruined minute, the much, many, fewest, a creature without -sweet and selfless, got no gun...read more

Iconoclastic magnetic mix tape or plastic Hooking beats to make your head rock drastic Sebutones be on some ill concepts from another dimension We were sent time to reinvent the art...read more

(feat. Vultcha) You on the ropes son, got you stunned, the bell rung And we the champions, pass the belt, we just won Ain't no decisions, hands down, no eight count Yo'...read more

The shallow model and the karaoke kiss ass, Whose father was Dracula -and he got some of that- Make a song like this sound better as an interview With some stoned bitch who stands...read more