Eye yai yai yai yai
I'm stuffed
Eye yai yai yai yai
Nice pup
Eye yai, eye yai
Eye yai, eye yai
Eye yai yai yai
I'll never replay, yuh
Wore out my wheels while I wore down my weight
Pour out the squeals, hear the seal bout to break
Wore out my wheels while I wore down my weight
Pour out the squeals, hear the seal bout to break
Retired is a word that I hate
I go quiet 'cause I know how to think
Skunk pliers are the tools of the dank
Young friar is my new chicken drank
Why you try and go and touch people
Eight hundred sixty seven bald eagles
Why you try and go and touch people
Eight hundred sixty seven red beetles
Where do you wanna be?
Have you settled for the comfort of security?
Half-baked
What a waste
Out of shape but not overweight
If you show restraint you can separate
Asses, asses, asses in battle
Die die die die die you bad apples
Asses, asses, asses in battle
Use your face like a dumbass rattle
My accent my glibness, A bee dipped in brass
I'm stuck on the isthmus connecting my past
A passionate servant when I'm paid in cash
Don't ask if it's worth it, don't think 'bout the math
There's no complaining in the mansion
You can't just do what I do
I chuck my brain through the black
Climb up the tree
Shoot out the cannon
F*ck her 'cause she reads
Punctuation violation, perpetrator is verified
Hi hi hi hi
Wanted you to know
I came close to being another echo
Don't have a soul
But I'm on a roll
Comfort in the words of a swindler
Everybody needs approval
One love in the holes of a savior
Act like you're above them
All the lives you're running
Will you ever feel it again?
Like you're part of something
Worth fighting for
Worth dying for
Flunked out and flung from the front of your face wait
I smell Sharon's pimple, it's the size of grapes
I'm so splintered that my mind waved back
I had cash but sold it for some soul, I'm the wraith
Dance Gavin Dance - The Rattler Lyrics
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Eye yai yai yai yai
I'm stuffed
Eye yai yai yai yai
Nice pup
Eye yai, eye yai
Eye yai, eye yai
Eye yai yai yai
I'll never replay, yuh
Wore out my wheels while I wore down my weight
Pour out the squeals, hear the seal bout to break
Wore out my wheels while I wore down my weight
Pour out the squeals, hear the seal bout to break
Retired is a word that I hate
I go quiet 'cause I know how to think
Skunk pliers are the tools of the dank
Young friar is my new chicken drank
Why you try and go and touch people
Eight hundred sixty seven bald eagles
Why you try and go and touch people
Eight hundred sixty seven red beetles
Where do you wanna be?
Have you settled for the comfort of security?
Half-baked
What a waste
Out of shape but not overweight
If you show restraint you can separate
Asses, asses, asses in battle
Die die die die die you bad apples
Asses, asses, asses in battle
Use your face like a dumbass rattle
My accent my glibness, A bee dipped in brass
I'm stuck on the isthmus connecting my past
A passionate servant when I'm paid in cash
Don't ask if it's worth it, don't think 'bout the math
There's no complaining in the mansion
You can't just do what I do
I chuck my brain through the black
Climb up the tree
Shoot out the cannon
F*ck her 'cause she reads
Punctuation violation, perpetrator is verified
Hi hi hi hi
Wanted you to know
I came close to being another echo
Don't have a soul
But I'm on a roll
Comfort in the words of a swindler
Everybody needs approval
One love in the holes of a savior
Act like you're above them
All the lives you're running
Will you ever feel it again?
Like you're part of something
Worth fighting for
Worth dying for
Flunked out and flung from the front of your face wait
I smell Sharon's pimple, it's the size of grapes
I'm so splintered that my mind waved back
I had cash but sold it for some soul, I'm the wraith
I'm stuffed
Eye yai yai yai yai
Nice pup
Eye yai, eye yai
Eye yai, eye yai
Eye yai yai yai
I'll never replay, yuh
Wore out my wheels while I wore down my weight
Pour out the squeals, hear the seal bout to break
Wore out my wheels while I wore down my weight
Pour out the squeals, hear the seal bout to break
Retired is a word that I hate
I go quiet 'cause I know how to think
Skunk pliers are the tools of the dank
Young friar is my new chicken drank
Why you try and go and touch people
Eight hundred sixty seven bald eagles
Why you try and go and touch people
Eight hundred sixty seven red beetles
Where do you wanna be?
Have you settled for the comfort of security?
Half-baked
What a waste
Out of shape but not overweight
If you show restraint you can separate
Asses, asses, asses in battle
Die die die die die you bad apples
Asses, asses, asses in battle
Use your face like a dumbass rattle
My accent my glibness, A bee dipped in brass
I'm stuck on the isthmus connecting my past
A passionate servant when I'm paid in cash
Don't ask if it's worth it, don't think 'bout the math
There's no complaining in the mansion
You can't just do what I do
I chuck my brain through the black
Climb up the tree
Shoot out the cannon
F*ck her 'cause she reads
Punctuation violation, perpetrator is verified
Hi hi hi hi
Wanted you to know
I came close to being another echo
Don't have a soul
But I'm on a roll
Comfort in the words of a swindler
Everybody needs approval
One love in the holes of a savior
Act like you're above them
All the lives you're running
Will you ever feel it again?
Like you're part of something
Worth fighting for
Worth dying for
Flunked out and flung from the front of your face wait
I smell Sharon's pimple, it's the size of grapes
I'm so splintered that my mind waved back
I had cash but sold it for some soul, I'm the wraith
Writer: Jonathan Mess, Matthew Mingus, Tillian Pearson, Timothy Feerick, William Swan
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC