Featherweight Songtext
von Thomas Rusiak
Featherweight Songtext
My mind′s featherweight
A rush sort of, a crush sort of
The musk smellin' from my neck and blood
Had injected love
Accidentally bugged
Over a high form like a rather gently drug
Lids heavyweight
In fact the weight of a tractor soaked in aqua
Ratted from blue vodka core
Not a doctor but a partner you feel
You find it harder to deal with
Then visit the hill
That′s where I meditate
In a certain room in a villa
The womb that keeps producing had me naturally iller
Then I accelerate
Hand on the clutch
I'm planning to touch a planet or two
I feel better with you
My mind's featherweight
Get caught up
Still on her featherweight
Let′s levitate
Get caught up
Still on her featherweight
Starting to radiate the lack of absence
You′re smelling the incense
For instance in lack of action
My brain ain't here
My thoughts ain′t clear
The least violently got lifted
While physically drifting
Start to elevate
When thinking of you
I got thinking to do
Cool, I'm sinking in two
Ain′t a thing to do
I'm stuck in the rush still
The crush still feeling like illegal pills
Time to levitate
Only my body stays put in
My mind stays hooked in
My heart keeps ducking like the 808
Feeling the threshold
Operate the next mode
Opposite treat to feel proper
Featherweight
Get caught up
Still on her featherweight
Let′s levitate
Get caught up
Still on her featherweight
Featherweight
Get caught up
Still on her featherweight
Let's levitate
Get caught up
Still on her featherweight
My mind's featherweight
A crush sort of
A lust and naturally
Floating above type of rush of love
Of such substantially strong form of character
I can′t focus my eyelids are heavyweight
In fact I fainted away
For a second or two
I feel willing to play
Bless you and your lustful way
Weaken me, I sex you
The featherweight
Made me rise above statues
I meditate
In a certain room in a villa
The womb that keeps producing had me naturally iller
Then I accelerate
With my hand on the clutch
To touch two planets or more
I feel better than before
Featherweight
Get caught up
Still on her featherweight
Let′s levitate
Get caught up
Still on her featherweight
Featherweight
Get caught up
Still on her featherweight
Let's levitate
Get caught up
Still on her featherweight
A rush sort of, a crush sort of
The musk smellin' from my neck and blood
Had injected love
Accidentally bugged
Over a high form like a rather gently drug
Lids heavyweight
In fact the weight of a tractor soaked in aqua
Ratted from blue vodka core
Not a doctor but a partner you feel
You find it harder to deal with
Then visit the hill
That′s where I meditate
In a certain room in a villa
The womb that keeps producing had me naturally iller
Then I accelerate
Hand on the clutch
I'm planning to touch a planet or two
I feel better with you
My mind's featherweight
Get caught up
Still on her featherweight
Let′s levitate
Get caught up
Still on her featherweight
Starting to radiate the lack of absence
You′re smelling the incense
For instance in lack of action
My brain ain't here
My thoughts ain′t clear
The least violently got lifted
While physically drifting
Start to elevate
When thinking of you
I got thinking to do
Cool, I'm sinking in two
Ain′t a thing to do
I'm stuck in the rush still
The crush still feeling like illegal pills
Time to levitate
Only my body stays put in
My mind stays hooked in
My heart keeps ducking like the 808
Feeling the threshold
Operate the next mode
Opposite treat to feel proper
Featherweight
Get caught up
Still on her featherweight
Let′s levitate
Get caught up
Still on her featherweight
Featherweight
Get caught up
Still on her featherweight
Let's levitate
Get caught up
Still on her featherweight
My mind's featherweight
A crush sort of
A lust and naturally
Floating above type of rush of love
Of such substantially strong form of character
I can′t focus my eyelids are heavyweight
In fact I fainted away
For a second or two
I feel willing to play
Bless you and your lustful way
Weaken me, I sex you
The featherweight
Made me rise above statues
I meditate
In a certain room in a villa
The womb that keeps producing had me naturally iller
Then I accelerate
With my hand on the clutch
To touch two planets or more
I feel better than before
Featherweight
Get caught up
Still on her featherweight
Let′s levitate
Get caught up
Still on her featherweight
Featherweight
Get caught up
Still on her featherweight
Let's levitate
Get caught up
Still on her featherweight
Writer(s): Thomas Erik Rusiak, Sebastian Jon Woolgar Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
