Ayawa 'kya Songtext
von Cayucas
Ayawa 'kya Songtext
She was boobied up by the very shame, chopped up behind the lever shack. From the beast they show with idle time. Dog came up and I was sticking down.
Makin motorcycle juck Jack′s back. There the shoes in a selfish baseball hat, running down the stairs like clickity clack. Hoops that defer, landed on your back.
Tackled football comfort done with fool. Love was such a bitty ripping scar. Old school oxford gentle pyre man. Lonely grizzly by a milking bee.
Makin motorcycle juck Jack's back. There the shoes in a selfish baseball hat, running down the stairs like clickity clack. Hoops that defer, landed on your back.
I was like Saturday night, I′ll be there. Monty me call it laissez faire. Sweater vest, my shirt tucked in. Morning sand around six AM. No I'm in, no shore high glasses, room collection, no camera flashes. She said, no need for polaroids. She said, no need for polaroids.
Hard days workin when the sun came up, over til the sun came down. In my deep drain, drain to drain on the floor. Walkin home at two in the morning, on the seventeen alright there. I feel like, I feel like, I feel like I'm with someone.
Ayawa, kya kya, ayawa. (til end)
Makin motorcycle juck Jack′s back. There the shoes in a selfish baseball hat, running down the stairs like clickity clack. Hoops that defer, landed on your back.
Tackled football comfort done with fool. Love was such a bitty ripping scar. Old school oxford gentle pyre man. Lonely grizzly by a milking bee.
Makin motorcycle juck Jack's back. There the shoes in a selfish baseball hat, running down the stairs like clickity clack. Hoops that defer, landed on your back.
I was like Saturday night, I′ll be there. Monty me call it laissez faire. Sweater vest, my shirt tucked in. Morning sand around six AM. No I'm in, no shore high glasses, room collection, no camera flashes. She said, no need for polaroids. She said, no need for polaroids.
Hard days workin when the sun came up, over til the sun came down. In my deep drain, drain to drain on the floor. Walkin home at two in the morning, on the seventeen alright there. I feel like, I feel like, I feel like I'm with someone.
Ayawa, kya kya, ayawa. (til end)
Writer(s): Zach Perry Yudin Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
