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Buzzers

Scott Walker

The Drift

2006

and stick the fork in him
He's done boys
He's done boys
Where will you sleep my stomach
My second stomach through the trees
Handicapped
Buzzing out

thought
On second thought
On second thought
On second thought
On second thought
On second thought
My stomach's full of butterflies
On second thought I'm

finish up the second no. 10
And then I'll take a second stomach pump
And then put down my pen
Or so I said
But the writing will never end

lighting up the sky
I feel my stomach tightening
With every second that goes by

Watch the flames blazing high
Hurts my eyes as they fill the sky

I can’t see where I’m going
I don’t want to ride on your swinging ship
My stomach turned the second that they flipped the switch
It feels like it

take your hand and hold it
Like I'm never letting go before I say goodbye

Wait a second, I feel like my stomach's in my throat
Why is it the ones

Just to buy seconds for stomachs tighter than Jewish 

Dontcha call me no mo
Dontcha call me no mo
Dontcha call me no mo
Dontcha call me no mo

Im

Only sixteen in a parking lot, thought we'd have a little fun
Didn't even give it a second thought, when a life had just begun
Three weeks later got

across the line
And draw it darker the second time
Butterflies turn into stomach bugs
I feel some need to please you
Validation's all i need, chez vous

Got a pain in my stomach
Growing by the second
Every time I saw fuck it
Ya love it
When I slow down
Can't keep up
So ya bringing me down
Ya bringing me

an angel from heaven in the best disguise
For a second in my stomach I felt butterflies
In me That's when it all happened
You started laughing in a sexy

Sitting here thinking 'bout yesterday
I watched you walk away
Havin' second thoughts
Our stomachs tied up in knots

Then you looked back
With those

forgave us, 
	The kiss was his wish he claims, 
	A promise that he made us,
	And I dreamt the son of man 
	Hitchhiked out of Bethlehem,
	A second thought,

self-destructive
Blame it on the streets I grew up in
And all the girls I'm in love with
And all the percs in my stomach
Take a second, look through my anxiety

bummed out

Yeah, It's been a minute
Nothing short of 60 seconds
Can't stomach where I come from
Hard to eat breakfast
You ain't refined when you tryna'

It's been a minute
Nothing short of 60 seconds
Can't stomach where I come from
Hard to eat breakfast
You ain't refined when you tryna' get acceptance

the world when we go out
(When we go out)
Every single second is a dream (ha)
Got my stomach feeling funny ima’ tell you what it means (mean)
Don’t you steal

really want it
Semen on her stomach
That's a second coming, Jesus
Flow so genius, can't low-key this
Puffin' on a swisha like a ho smoke penis
They want me

heart stung for a second
Fell to my stomach when the boy was first mentioned
And now it's all gone
Never would I thought that I'd be so lonesome 

I

can't people talk about the shadows lurking in their hearts
Why can't you stomach thirty seconds of a complex conversation

So unnecessary
You're so

always chewing so loud
Why's everything always so loud

When we first started
It was all so pretty
But honey looks can be deceiving
I knew the second
You

wanna eat? It ain't nothing She want a  Porterhouse and a dick in her stomach
20 seconds in and she cuming The ass so fat, it make you cry, it's an onion

a crowd
And now they're standing there demanding what they came for

Maybe you're having second thoughts
Maybe your stomach's in knots
Still you want

The Taste
It went
From sweet to sour
Not a day not an hour
Not a second too soon
Your swollen stomach had you hungry for a hollowing
The acid rising