Boh Dane - Pornstar Lyrics

No love
I'm glowed up on better days
No trauma
I'm poured up
No memories on this ride
I cleaned up in time for spring
Buy time with no time
I'm slowed up
I'm sewed up
These seams tight on ripped jeans
Tryptamine
Slipping on the linoleum
I walk the floor of that museum or gallery
Push the pedal off the seat
Petals off the seed
Chamomile tea got me sleep
Got me slumped I was in a dump
Acting dumb but it bump

When we're done I send a call to the capital
I'm so f*cking cynical

In the center sun
Circle off the whole world
Lens on me like pornstar
Shoot your shot
Pearling like a baller
Dunk on trap door
I could never fall off
Forest floor written off on the folklore
Window fog up in the four door
Five speed confessional booth
Pray to console ex machina
Can't start the car machine god on classic art

Danageyama
Inherit annunaki
Babylon on astral body
Peacock on pendulum
I'm pensive passive
Passing up on opportunity
Possibility problematic
Stopwatch on automatic
Engraved ring on old school catholic

Que pasa don't pass it up
Don't ask for much
I'm temporary rich
Life is just a blip