GIALLO ft. CONNY FRANKO & HAUNTED GAUNTLET Lyrics

We kissed you on the forehead with the last project

Fell in love with at least 100 dreams

Dressed is McQueens garments in

Chastity belts color of chartreuse

Peeled by Dean Martin

In a pink Porsche park so clean you could eat off it

No reason rhyming I'm just mining for Thoreau

Reading the rise in crime characterized by Orwellian pharaohs

Punks paranoid for weed but mom furloughed

Alien minded I find the fine no rhyme or reason to slow

Giallo

A hundred reasons to fall from love but why

Six girls say Conny a shitbag to five

Ratios and analytics can't speak my tries

I'm bow legged knees weak when my feet

Retreat from wives

I'm a perfect person to die from

Sincerely means every word but can not provide one

Sick song from the professor of light

Sick of love or love sick

One of them is one reason to write

Giallo

Incompetent flirt lost his entire game

Shooting shit to finer dame

Douchey tricks mirror his father's name

Deserving of assisted living

And an overripe bed pan

With hemorrhoids so big

They could rip his pants and do a headstand

But the boys changed

He's on a mission to repent

Bury the bozos suit under the carnival wheel and tent

Terrorized by his patience to be a loser in sense

Since flipped the mattress and forgave himself of the mess

The best, it's Brent

Giallo