Song parody of
Nimbus & Majora's Joyride
by July Quin
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Romancing forecasts that crack the sun back
Soul spastic
Programed and unpacking what my folks dragged in
Dead weight I'm toe tagging
I wear mask like majora
The allure of that's
Florist to a forest
My phone don't Saturn
Halo won't lasso
And if I have reached my Plateau
What then, what matters
What backbone won't snap
Like southern crunk
Bundled up under comforters
Gallons dump out my tear ducts
When snuggled up
I guzzled dozens of honeys I'm buzzing
I bees up in the trap
Trying crack codes and claps that bear arms
It's Russian roulette
Trying to commit
What a trip, all abroad
Calling shotgun with a sawed off
And I dump clips for the sport
Shoot shots till I'm horse
Commit cause till the law come get me
Then I swig it like Chris Rivers did words swiftly
I'm either punch drunk love
Or I'm touch lust tipsy
And I won't drive safe
Can't call a cab home
The feel of intoxication
Best feeling I've ever known
I just drove, yeah I drove
Past fork in the road
An I choose to cruise my control
I might just implode
On impact from this crash
A dummy on dispatch going nowhere fast
Just looking to get ahead
Straighten when round the bend
If this too deep for the intro
My bad
I'm in my bag yup
I'm in my bag yup
Might catch a tag
You might catch this drag yup
And they may say they something but they nothing like this
Romancing forecasts that crack the sun back
Soul spastic
Programed and unpacking what my folks dragged in
Dead weight I'm toe tagging
I wear mask like majora
The allure of that's
Florist to a forest
My phone don't Saturn
Halo won't lasso
And if I have reached my Plateau
What then, what matters
What backbone won't snap
Like southern crunk
Bundled up under comforters
Gallons dump out my tear ducts
When snuggled up
I guzzled dozens of honeys I'm buzzing
I bees up in the trap
Trying crack codes and claps that bear arms
It's Russian roulette
Trying to commit
What a trip, all abroad
Calling shotgun with a sawed off
And I dump clips for the sport
Shoot shots till I'm horse
Commit cause till the law come get me
Then I swig it like Chris Rivers did words swiftly
I'm either punch drunk love
Or I'm touch lust tipsy
And I won't drive safe
Can't call a cab home
The feel of intoxication
Best feeling I've ever known
I just drove, yeah I drove
Past fork in the road
An I choose to cruise my control
I might just implode
On impact from this crash
A dummy on dispatch going nowhere fast
Just looking to get ahead
Straighten when round the bend
If this too deep for the intro
My bad
I'm in my bag yup
I'm in my bag yup
Might catch a tag
You might catch this drag yup
And they may say they something but they nothing like this
