The Cure Feat RacecaR is Days

from Diario de Viaje by Nezoak

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lyrics

Never should have gave up the wisdom or wisdom teeth
That's what a track sounds like without the instant beef
What's a bird to an ovni?
What is a verb when the action, disturbed, replies, "adjectives owe me."
What is superb to the coning? (Mmm?)
He don't do drugs he leaves clouds like empty bottles of Noni
Who knows who is nosey? Who?
The whos know who is lonely
The proof knows truth is really only
(The) tip of the iceberg slim cause the roof isn't the highest that we flew thru you phonies
We are zoning
He's trying to feel his nodes and knows that even gnomes take shorts every now and then
but remember every now ain't then
So the mode that he holds takes a toll on the role
every now and ten
Like the Tao of Zen
Ask the curves how's it been?
Ask the curves how's it bend?
That's the cure and now it's bent.

As the curves made him curse
He was cursed and unnerved at how they end
Hit reverse, stir, and now it blends
You take shorts, they are pants missing material
Bad vision or myriad ways to still clear a flow
Can one get mono from tongue kissing in stereo?
Manage a trois and you won
Wisdom is eerie though
Gotta thank goodness for safety
The goodness is basing the goodness on basting time and temperature
The wood and the casing,
The hood and the safety, overstood? Are what keep goods from wasting and evaporating
Yep, talking recipes like ecstasy
One part knowledge and two spoons of legacy
The young-uns automatically reference drug talk
Pop culture tries to magnify, just what a thug walk
We should have kept the game in the box
Now we're missing pieces lost under the rug in the loft
And the same is locked
We
Just am

Days.