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She Bad Lyrics - Artist : clipping.
It's 200 years of rust on a gate
It winds up like a toy when the wind plays Kid shit She was blowing before the wind Tell them blowsy Tell them blood moon Tell them low fog Tell them dirt road with the rust mailbox at the turn off Turn of the century Turn vogue of late She feel fly She cry out like a whisper in time They heard she got that spiderweb (spiderweb) That snake eye drippin' Got that dust skin (dust skin) The fork tongue lickin' for the scent She said "come on, come on" In the head though Remember that wood shed somewhere in the memory that's way past dead though Like the leaves are brown and the sky is grey And the dreams are shit and the momma ran away Papa drank the gut black You smoke the backwoods And now the woods call you back The woods whisper off in wind In the underbrush under skin The earth crawling all the touch Back to the mouse Back to the snake Back to the back to the root Back to the day Back to the back to the fire Back to the way the wood burned Back when they told you she couldn't stay The left looks right when the leaves break sun in the fall Camo on moss so soft that you can't tell steps from breath But they say she don't walk she float (she float) She float for glory's a bitch But the sun will be dipping soon below the ridge And the boards on the bridge are unstable at best And it sways dangerously, a regular test For the village kids, but that's they though And this night light ain't the same, so You got jokes? Oh, this a game? Ok, go cross Wait, let the tapes roll She bad, though She bad, though Come and get your picture, trick She bad, though Can't see the forest through the trees Everybody comes to get them some But don't nobody leave Don't nobody leave Do not move no leaf She bad, though Low before the breeze And before the ice freeze it all over Come and see Everybody come to get them some But don't nobody leave You ride squuuaaaaad To the coven (you got jokes?) Got all the phones running but no bars up on the hillside Long forgotten by the future And the jokes flow real easy And the whiskey is a booster It's 200 years of rust on the gate It's an unrelenting crush under foot The leaves deep The autumn left elm skeletons Still alive, skin and bone, lumino For the new approaching blood remarking how beautiful And the old cabin maintains a dilapidated charm They call it rustic Clothesline hanging across the yard Probably shouldn't trust it Though the sheets are worn, are they worn enough? That math doesn't add up And she laugh like the wind, 'cause That's shit they don't ever think of Kid shit, dinner talk, let 'em walk Let 'em enjoy mountain air It's her breath, it's a gift Let 'em get more comfortable Start a fire, have a smoke, take a drink, take a flick What you see in aesthetic when your eyes adjust In the blink of an eye and your mind is dust And you make it outside 'fore your eyes combust Fire ain't give up no lie, just left you powder The same color as 200 years of rust on the gate It bends heavy, the hinge weak Maybe someone find the tape One day they all hear the wind speak She bad, though She bad, though Come and get your picture, trick She bad, though Can't see the forest through the trees Everybody comes to get them some But don't nobody leave Don't nobody leave Do not move no leaf She bad, though Low before the breeze And before the ice freeze it all over Come and see Everybody come to get them some But don't nobody leave |
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