Boots - Bombs Away Lyrics

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Bombs Away

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What Are The Lyrics For Bombs Away By Boots?
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Let him know that my temper was a cold sun And tell him everything you know I'm making up the weather, imagining the snow Tell him there's no truth behind the panic That his cotton cheeks are youthful and organic His cock is Florida state I'm drowning hot I'll be a saint You're taking shots of wet paint I met a fire who could tame chance Some black gold for a rain dance A black hole for your romance I must not resonate when we tessellate our finance Tell him that the reverie is severing That he's safer 'cause they're listening to everything That it ain't Vietnam today Tell him bombs away Bombs away When I'm raining Your tongue is broken glass Hurricaning If I had tits you'd go all over me Worldwide flick my clit, I'll blow it globally It's a fear based trade too far I might sell you a rental car I'm not who you are They didn't sell my rolling soul Trust to rake you out How new nouveau Your essence still will be still A witch will code your rights; he'll have it by morning I'mma show you around Brown, solid, loose Chaser in my pail, you could lose Piss in my blood; in town with the zoo All the wolves are famous Hide the rich and shameless Thirsty like an addict Hope is for the tragic Sell me down a new stream New world has new dream Watchful eyes can't stay Tuck into the blast, we're singing bombs away Bombs away |
Who Wrote Bombs Away By Boots?
. Boots
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What's The Duration Of The Bombs Away By Boots?The duration of Bombs Away is 3:25 minutes and seconds. |
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