Knave
The Major Arcana
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Jack's ajax, try to relax His basket's fat in his tight cats Jack's ajax, try to relax His basket's fat in his tight cats Jack's ajax, try to relax His basket's fat in his tight cats Jack's ajax, try to relax His basket's fat in his tight cats On your tod, you're so blue A night so cod without your crew Your oven throbs, for trade you crave The dolly dish of a naff knave Look you see - right there, HP I think he looked right at me And suddenly, homey homey He's getting closer He's getting closer He's getting close (Closer, closer, closer) I don't feel so well (Closer, closer, closer) He's getting close (Closer, closer, closer) Homey can you tell (Closer, closer, closer) He talks so gross, but he looks so good He feels so well, like you know you should You probably don't want the truth He doesn't wanna f*ck you He's got a girlfriend (Homey, homey) You probably don't want the truth He doesn't wanna f*ck you He's got a girlfriend You say he doesn't play with spades He only plays with hearts But when he ogles me I see His bijou basket of fruit tarts He's a jack of all suits, but only parks When chips are down, when it gets dark Homey will get smart His brand of naff tastes just like home (Jack's ajax, try to relax, his basket's fat in his tight cats) Oh must you waste yourself, homey polone You probably don't want the truth He doesn't wanna f*ck you He's got a girlfriend (Try to behave) Alamo, he's my favorite Flavor of fruit tart (I savor) It's so cruel, he's just a fool, he's not a knave Alamo, he's so blue I feel it in my heart, it's true I don't know what to do, he's got a girlfriend You probably don't want the truth He doesn't wanna f*ck you But he will... He'll grab you, spike you, shake you, bite you Pin you to the ground and try to take you Fight you, spin you round With all your might can't make a sound He'll sow you, blow you throw you, break you Pin you to the wall and shake you Make you take the fall, and you'll go down down down down Down down down down Don't tell his girlfriend! Down down down down Down down down down Jack's ajax, try to relax, his basket's fat in his tight cats (Down down down down) Jack's ajax, try to relax, his basket's fat in his tight cats (Down down down down) It's all the same, it's just like home Oh don't you blame yourself, homey polone (Down down down down) (Down down down down)
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Written by: KEVIN MAURILIO DE NICOLO, SCOTT JAMES RAMSEY
Lyrics © DistroKid, Songtrust Ave
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