Marshmellon Songtext
von Seasloth

You, she fell fine
I′ve been, we all
superfly

(fortune)
(sentiment)

(inaudible)

Cool,
You stew fall.
Kewl!
Mud soul.


Summon mosrite,
Stew the mosrite!
Stew-storm- oh boy
Lost on bone.

Oh no trey,
Still slurp that boy.

La la la, the somewhere you go
"La hell hole."

Doughnut
Onion
Smooth move
The last being: lime.

Smooth move.

So my bedtime soon,
Come.