Laminar Flow Songtext
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Laminar Flow Songtext
What′s to know about laminar flow
True liquid smoothness
An almost zen like state of motion
At a glance, a solid stillness
Uninterrupted and unbothered
You might want to disturb it
But your efforts are pointless
Take another sip of the potion, cause commotion
Make the ocean bleed
Gonna need some devotion, slow the motion
But don't make a peep
Take another sip of the potion, cause commotion
Make the ocean bleed
Gonna need some devotion, slow the motion
But don′t make a peep
I know you not talkin' to me (oh, you yappin')
Better keep on walkin′, you got somewhere to be
And it need to be way over there (over there)
Ain′t got nothin' over here that I′m tryna share
See, I been tryna get my mind right (tryna get my mind right)
Been buildin' somethin′ dumb for about a fort night
So I got a hard bite, short fuse (short fuse)
And I told you last time I got nothin' to lose
Well, the game done turnt way up (way up)
I′ma need more drank spillin' outta my cup
Done with the stuck, I'ma go and press my luck
Got my lawyer like′, "Your honor, he not givin′ a what?"
You say I need to give in to who? (To you, to you, to you)
I chalk up the deuce deuce, in the new fresh shoes I wear
So ill you cough up a couple of bucks 'cause we out here cuttin′ it up
Ah, I got a whacked out feelin' and I′m 'bout to go dumb tonight
You and me at six, we finna pick up sticks and blow ′em off cuz it's on
Sight, it's Pulses. with the tool for division of the schism
Mosh pit goin′ like the spirit within ′em
Bring it all back in when we lock in the rhythm (come on)
A man with a plan, call me Teddy (call me Teddy)
Got sauce like a plate of good spaghetti (good spaghetti)
Can't lack, gotta stay up on the ready (on the ready)
Parmesan better get me all that fetty (ay, ay)
I want buckoo bucks, don′t press ya luck
I be tellin' all the fellas comin′ out the muck
In my Buc-ees chucks, I'll rough ′em up
It's all because they ain't show no love
It′s in your blood, or rather it′s how it behaves
The method of propulsion to optimize your bodily function
It's also an element of the music
But you can′t find that in an encyclopedia
Pick up a mic and become a student
Or else get lost in the stream line
Skip a little bit of the nonsense
Trackin' the progress, it′s a minute a move
You gotta know it ain't worth it
And it ain′t perfect, don't got another second to
Skip a little bit of the nonsense
Trackin' the progress, it′s a minute a move
You gotta know it ain′t worth it
And it ain't perfect (don′t got another second to)
Take another sip of the potion, cause commotion
Make the ocean bleed
Gonna need some devotion, slow the motion
But don't make a peep
Take another sip of the potion, cause commotion
Make the ocean bleed
Gonna need some devotion, slow the motion
But don′t make a peep
True liquid smoothness
An almost zen like state of motion
At a glance, a solid stillness
Uninterrupted and unbothered
You might want to disturb it
But your efforts are pointless
Take another sip of the potion, cause commotion
Make the ocean bleed
Gonna need some devotion, slow the motion
But don't make a peep
Take another sip of the potion, cause commotion
Make the ocean bleed
Gonna need some devotion, slow the motion
But don′t make a peep
I know you not talkin' to me (oh, you yappin')
Better keep on walkin′, you got somewhere to be
And it need to be way over there (over there)
Ain′t got nothin' over here that I′m tryna share
See, I been tryna get my mind right (tryna get my mind right)
Been buildin' somethin′ dumb for about a fort night
So I got a hard bite, short fuse (short fuse)
And I told you last time I got nothin' to lose
Well, the game done turnt way up (way up)
I′ma need more drank spillin' outta my cup
Done with the stuck, I'ma go and press my luck
Got my lawyer like′, "Your honor, he not givin′ a what?"
You say I need to give in to who? (To you, to you, to you)
I chalk up the deuce deuce, in the new fresh shoes I wear
So ill you cough up a couple of bucks 'cause we out here cuttin′ it up
Ah, I got a whacked out feelin' and I′m 'bout to go dumb tonight
You and me at six, we finna pick up sticks and blow ′em off cuz it's on
Sight, it's Pulses. with the tool for division of the schism
Mosh pit goin′ like the spirit within ′em
Bring it all back in when we lock in the rhythm (come on)
A man with a plan, call me Teddy (call me Teddy)
Got sauce like a plate of good spaghetti (good spaghetti)
Can't lack, gotta stay up on the ready (on the ready)
Parmesan better get me all that fetty (ay, ay)
I want buckoo bucks, don′t press ya luck
I be tellin' all the fellas comin′ out the muck
In my Buc-ees chucks, I'll rough ′em up
It's all because they ain't show no love
It′s in your blood, or rather it′s how it behaves
The method of propulsion to optimize your bodily function
It's also an element of the music
But you can′t find that in an encyclopedia
Pick up a mic and become a student
Or else get lost in the stream line
Skip a little bit of the nonsense
Trackin' the progress, it′s a minute a move
You gotta know it ain't worth it
And it ain′t perfect, don't got another second to
Skip a little bit of the nonsense
Trackin' the progress, it′s a minute a move
You gotta know it ain′t worth it
And it ain't perfect (don′t got another second to)
Take another sip of the potion, cause commotion
Make the ocean bleed
Gonna need some devotion, slow the motion
But don't make a peep
Take another sip of the potion, cause commotion
Make the ocean bleed
Gonna need some devotion, slow the motion
But don′t make a peep
Writer(s): Caleb Taylor, David Crane, Kevin Taylor, Matt Burridge Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

