Lyrics:
what I need to do
To stand up from this chair and walk out of this room
The temperature's rising, the AC is dead
The light bulb's flickering over my
Life can come and cook you up such a harsh fate
Never sell your soul cause I won't
Go to a dark place without a light bulb
All of you can roam in
It rains and it pours and it dries and it cracks
Spills the salt and breaks my mothers' back
'The meat doesn't fall far from the bone' they said
It
take a look at the temperatures, then. Well see highs of around 7 to 8 Celsius in more northern parts of England and Scotland; however, further south
I'm not the brightest bulb on the Christmas tree
But the folks in France, they don't seem to agree
They say, "Bonjour, Monsieur would you take ze
God Like fuck I got a lie 4
Shorty on the face time
Like look it's never dry folk
Oh That's some shit I never die 4
As far as I go stay low as I know
of temperature!
Use one gram
Give one-hundred-and-thirty-six point five calories to solid carbon dioxide - Dry Ice
We have gas
Note the change in phase
And no
No
in the clouds across Northern Ireland and through western Scotland at times, and there will be some dry moments too, so its not going to be raining
Don't get to embarrassed
Till the pendulum pick up the shift
Big burner on the stove melt metal shit
Road runner in the oven
He just dry snitched
the point of no return
We're reaching the wet bulb temperature
It looks like it's gonna rain again
It'll stop when mother nature says when
The temperature is
getting so dry
Your love is burning like the sun in July
When you put your arms around me, you raise the temperature high
'Cause your love is burning like
think I caught you catching me
I space off
Is there is a time for us?
Or will we just hold on quietly,
White knuckles and dry tears?
And play our
your leaves off
Pull 'em off
Sandra's having her brain out
Brenda's having her heart washed
Norman's having his soul dry-cleaned
Sandra's having
Oh, ok, so its my fault
Had me standing stupid still just like dry wall
Should've had cupid killed, he had his sights on
Now I'm a victim, should've
and paramedics
White bulbs or bright strobes, the lights flicker
Time frozen, ice cold, defy winter
All summer, dice rolls and dry liquor
Some got the grip to live
the light bulb
Wrinkled shirt, ironing board, use that. Nice Huh?
Dry Cleaned jeans. Nice touch!
Walk out, little sister's tricycle, pass that.
Pops blew
time or your flash bulbs too many heroes are dead
You like to live in the city yeah I like to live in my head
Somebody shoot out that spotlight
I was cuttin' seventeen and I was only payin' five
A week went by, and a nigga took that dry
Back to H Town, with re up about to score me nine
your leaves off
Pull 'em off
Sandra's having her brain out
Brenda's having her heart washed
Norman's having his soul dry-cleaned
Sandra's having
(screams) like a siren
Sen' her floating on cloud 9
And ah' daydream too dry!
I have the oil sheen
Know where to touch her to mek di girl scream
Cos she well
waste
What happened to the lakes
The streams which fed them have since gone dry
Temperature's rising, the lake-beds now are fried
Floating through
Walking by your lips I cannot wait to take a sip
Sp dry, the heat that I've been feeling on my hips
Your mind, discovering the ways to make me slip
Nothing at all
My spine is aligned
Your hair will grow back one day
But your eyes still shine
Nothing
Nothing at all
The temperature is rising
But it
Crashed now
Drowning while she
Watch me die slow
I go
Wouldn't you like
Oh yes I know
Life a cycle
Now I'm feeling suicidal
I flow
Cause be she dry
Discuss these Temperature Dry Bulb Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In