Qwel

Qwel - Ugly Hungry Puppy lyrics

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Screamin everybody, anybody, nobody, ain't it funny 

Insincerity just made me a whore 

I got this feelin that you don't love me like I love me 

Cause if you did you'd give me so much more 

Of your money and your time 

Spineless putty, fudge a rhyme, lines of slutty hussies 

Tee-hee, love's a dub at the door 

Me me, buck for support 

The biggest duck in the source forged, struck for stubs he tore 

War bucks, shucks, but what was it for 

I forgot a lot of odds and ends, like God and friends, and lonely faces 

Mostly sacred places that we fucked on tour 

We trudged on fore 

Sport a grimace for the anti witness sickness 

Spittin candid candy Christmas 

Slipped his slough on the floor 

Given just us rewarded, trusted lust at the rusted core 

Sinkin fink with double wink and nudge in accord 

I only seek relief 

Anomaly 

Anomaly of honesty 

Not the easy wanton skeeze, nobody loves and adores 

It all got muddled up so subtlety 

Releasing love between greed and greeting hugs and easy drugs 

I mean direction was the purpose 

Once at least, even if only puddle deep 

But you all disappeared once my tongue 

touched the reflection reflecting on the surface 

It didn't taste much like I wanted it 

Switch 

My buds must be off a bit 

Often it's the audience that clutched the reward 

Tell 'em what they want, shit if you want what they got 

Struck so suddenly, I can't believe it never sunk in before 

We can patronize the fatherless and march 'em to the bottomless pit 

Shit if it fits, antagonize a cliché 

Garbled garbage, so called artists flip, and ego guarded martyr trips 

But peep the rattle hinds and neat fangs 

Babble minded weak ways 

Cattle rhyming these days 

Apple shined and sweet glazed 

Grab those diamonds, greed pays 

And makes the climb go each way...I know 

Tell 'em sit around and heads'll geek to kiss the curb 

Then we'll sell 'em fish a noun instead of teach 'em fish a verb 

Seven diadems in the flesh, stress like, what should I wear? 

To dribble spittle to the middle safe, like, fuck, should I care 

Screamin, everybody, anybody, nobody, funny 

Insincerity just made me a king, bling 

I got this feeling that ya'll love me like an ugly hungry puppy 

But if not then please save me three seats 

And maybe we's me 

And maybe you ain't, tainted self hell 

With patients like Kavorkian 

Narcishorties sang the cd 

At least the pattern formin habit for the early fish to grab 

Shit, at most, awaited latest was the lamest release 



It's all about the unit, push love 

Love, assuming it's love 

If you insist, love 

Somebody, anybody, this tomb isn't love
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Language: English

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