Hype Williams — [Untitled]
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[Untitled] Hype Williams09:01
Текст песни: [Untitled]
Untitled (And Your Batty’s So Round) LyricsThe Morphology of Peregrine A million peregrines make up one cell Each is different, wetter or dryer, sweeter or sourer, lighter or darker than the other They fuse and mix in different combinations for each day A million cells make up one peregrine Hot or cold, quick or slow, lean or fat, they divide and flow And peregrine changes from moment to moment From sour to sweet, from dark to light Dry to wet, slow to quick, fat to lean and cold to hot Ah peregrine, peregrine without choice When will it stop? When will it go? When you are old and constipated When you are rigid and too cold to mix Ah my peregrine, what sad chemistry have you folded long before? Peregrine at Puberty What is this? My crotch murmurs My hair is stiffened like a stoved finger I find what I look at, turn of calf for rolling buttocks I rise warm and seeking In dreams I gush because I must I am juicy peregrine, newly ripened and king of the mountain Soon all will tumble beneath me On a Windy Day Zimmer Gives Sixteen Lines to Peregrine on the Dead Run Here's sixteen, Peregrine Cut loose This is a fast day Feel it’s deep--
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