Testo di Butterbean

Yelling poems, and some record roars But I keep hearing your voice Hearing you blare through the noise I don't know if I told you But I don't like having a war I don't know if I told you But I don't want Mars anymore It's just neves and street scenes Garbled talk and beat queens Spill my heart, by butterbean's Disappointed I will ever be So I called sheep all over Sheep all over sheering me I don't know if you'll take it But I don't feel cold anymore I don't know if you'll save it But I don't break apart anymore I'm just nerves and styrene Polyglum if I seem Too wound down. O Butterbean.