Текст Ty Segall – An Ill Jest

Hey, flower, why do you grow so slow?
Does it spit for the sky? I love you so
Hold the soft hand of the red sun
And drift away until your troubles are done

Hey, mister, what troubles you so slow
It ?
The river runs and I grim the skies
But the blue, blue, blue, blue river lights up the sky

Sweet-sweet bright, sweet-sweet bright
Hey you, don’t be so slow
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to your ?
I’ll just, yeah, I’ll just, yeah, yeah