Picnic Puffed (eng)

PICNIC

You all think I talk shit,

maybe it's beacause you understand shit,

is that it?

Fuck it,

you feel the music,

even at your picnic,

and then you change it,

felt good on a beat,

but thoughts are made to be free,

maybe you stop at the sea,

and how can you say a person cannot feel?

how can you leave him a bill?

when everything around is alive?

when all is to do is to thrive?

it's somehow redundant to read lyrics

as reduntant as are lymerics

it blocks a bit of you 'touch'

it blocks a part of your 'much'

loft,

rather be soft,

puffed

what the shocks

and what the docks?

what the wine

and what the line?

puffed

the thrills

the chills

the grills

the skills

the pills,

puffed

naes up

yeys up

may ups

way ups

fae ups,

puffed,

the rage

the stage

the valley

the alley,

puffed

asyllum

freaky

squicky

sticky

puffed,

whatever the gready,

needy.