CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : Just You
Oi
It's the- it's the- it's the who? (who?)
Who? (Yeah, yeah it's just you)
Oi, you
Hey, you
We all thought you were fraudulent
They ain't important, the small porcelain ornaments
All of em, £2.99 trinkets
Stew in the reduced bins, bargain bucket limpets
Crawled out the pressure cooker, freshly butchered face on him
All his tiny tears have my drain cloggin'
But I ain't got time for any whinin', you ain't special
You ain't shinin', there's a hundred of us tucked in the scene, coughin'
So wеlcome your little stocking fillers
Spoilt еm rotten, liver sloshin' in exotic liquers
You can't blame them hooded masonic figures (why?)
When your veins are just a network of squalid rivers
I was out strolling through a speckled blue sky
When I tripped and accidentally set the levels too high
I get a warm fuzzy feeling now whenever you cry
And I'll perform and all these d**kheads in my dressing room die
That's a good ninety pack of piglets you ain't eating (eating)
You f**king Oompaloompas must be dreaming (dreaming)
I'd like to take this opportunity to hate on you exclusively this evening, yeah it's just you (just you)
Steppin' in, it's the- it's the- it's the who? (who)
See my red face roll up out the blue (out the blue)
Steppin' in, it's the- it's the- it's the who? (who? Yeah)
Yeah, yeah it's just you
I sincerely hope you feel special
I fail to recognise your face on any real level
Rattle off your achievements as if I'll wipe the blood from your chest and staple on a stainless steel medal
Round of applause, ruffled the hair
He was a hologram hiding his corpse under his chair
All these missing kids, crawl up in the lair
Roll a pig on its side, find em all suckling there, yeah
I mix the absolute with the passionfruit and stagger through hollering (let me tell this b*t*h I want my money)
She got one of them salmon suit gashes and a bag of new rashers from a Magaluf package deal holiday, it's cool (it's cool)
Cos I just wanna talk and take them drugs of hers (yeah)
And that undisturbed pile's worth of butters church
We stay forever, under work
Supping sweet nectar like something[?] crossed with hummingbirds
That's a good ninety pack of piglets you ain't eating (eating)
You f**king Oompaloompas must be dreaming (dreaming)
I'd like to take this opportunity to hate on you exclusively this evening, yeah it's just you (just you)
Steppin' in, it's the- it's the- it's the who? (who)
See my red face roll up out the blue (out the blue)
Steppin' in, it's the- it's the- it's the who? (who? Yeah)
Yeah, yeah it's just you
It's the- it's the- it's the who? (who?)
Who? (Yeah, yeah it's just you)
Oi, you
Hey, you
We all thought you were fraudulent
They ain't important, the small porcelain ornaments
All of em, £2.99 trinkets
Stew in the reduced bins, bargain bucket limpets
Crawled out the pressure cooker, freshly butchered face on him
All his tiny tears have my drain cloggin'
But I ain't got time for any whinin', you ain't special
You ain't shinin', there's a hundred of us tucked in the scene, coughin'
So wеlcome your little stocking fillers
Spoilt еm rotten, liver sloshin' in exotic liquers
You can't blame them hooded masonic figures (why?)
When your veins are just a network of squalid rivers
I was out strolling through a speckled blue sky
When I tripped and accidentally set the levels too high
I get a warm fuzzy feeling now whenever you cry
And I'll perform and all these d**kheads in my dressing room die
That's a good ninety pack of piglets you ain't eating (eating)
You f**king Oompaloompas must be dreaming (dreaming)
I'd like to take this opportunity to hate on you exclusively this evening, yeah it's just you (just you)
Steppin' in, it's the- it's the- it's the who? (who)
See my red face roll up out the blue (out the blue)
Steppin' in, it's the- it's the- it's the who? (who? Yeah)
Yeah, yeah it's just you
I sincerely hope you feel special
I fail to recognise your face on any real level
Rattle off your achievements as if I'll wipe the blood from your chest and staple on a stainless steel medal
Round of applause, ruffled the hair
He was a hologram hiding his corpse under his chair
All these missing kids, crawl up in the lair
Roll a pig on its side, find em all suckling there, yeah
I mix the absolute with the passionfruit and stagger through hollering (let me tell this b*t*h I want my money)
She got one of them salmon suit gashes and a bag of new rashers from a Magaluf package deal holiday, it's cool (it's cool)
Cos I just wanna talk and take them drugs of hers (yeah)
And that undisturbed pile's worth of butters church
We stay forever, under work
Supping sweet nectar like something[?] crossed with hummingbirds
That's a good ninety pack of piglets you ain't eating (eating)
You f**king Oompaloompas must be dreaming (dreaming)
I'd like to take this opportunity to hate on you exclusively this evening, yeah it's just you (just you)
Steppin' in, it's the- it's the- it's the who? (who)
See my red face roll up out the blue (out the blue)
Steppin' in, it's the- it's the- it's the who? (who? Yeah)
Yeah, yeah it's just you
