Kristoff Krane - Worm Lyrics
Fresh as a worm in the breadFresh as a worm in the breadThere’s a worm in my bottle of tequilaNow mama says that I’m deadFresh as a worm in the breadFresh as a worm in my headThere’s a worm in my bottle of CambuchaMama says that I’m deadDead, what a big wordFor such a little kidYeah you got big nervesBut all it takes is a little pinchYou turn throw the pitchI swing, learn to missForgive me for singing out a tuneAnd striving for something I’ll prolly never hearBut I will never loose no,Cause I run the race in someone else’s shoes slowI like feel new, and if you don’t like meI’m probably not for youI like feel new, and if you don’t like meI’m probably not for you, ohI like feel new, and if you don’t like me***** you!And I don’t got much but I got good friendsFood in the fridge and a cozy bedYeah your intelligence is free,But your development so restedAnd you’re flying,You look so happy dyingMan you got the whole family cryingSpend the last round town like a dandy lionSay go, go get them tigerTrying to smell your rosesBut I’m so sick and tiredI should probably building my machineBut I’m too busy tryna figure out who clipped the wiresOh the reason that I do thisTo help a few people get re-inspiredFresh, not to proove that I’m higherNo sticks and stones at field to my fireFresh as a worm in the breadFresh as a worm in the breadThere’s a worm in my bottle of tequilaNow mama says that I’m deadFresh as a worm in the breadFresh as a worm in my headThere’s a worm in my bottle of CambuchaMama says that I’m deadThat fresh is the worm in the breadFresh is the worm in my headThere’s a worm in my bottle of CambuchaAnd mama says that I’m deadYoung boy, you act like you own the worldYou don’t even know how to know the worldYou tryna shape and mold the worldBut you too afraid to get close and hold the worldAnd so you sold the worldYeah you sold a world for a poster girlAnd now you cold with chillsBut the poster girl you bought holds the pillsAnd I work so hard to make the ends meetStarted up a chicken from the town eats red meetAnd a shrink I don’t need,I know that I make art to change the way the people thinkAnother odd, and I can relateYou’re so wise when you’re awakeI wake up early and go to bed lateFly like a birdie and lie like a snakeAnd to act so hard trying to act like the sweetheartTill you get close enough to pick up the teeth marksMom says be smart, get as deep as you can getUntil you can’t departHey, I gotta departYou got time to shineAnd it will be darkI wonder what we’ll find alive insideFresh as a worm in the breadFresh as a worm in the breadThere’s a worm in my bottle of tequilaNow mama says that I’m deadFresh as a worm in the breadFresh as a worm in my headThere’s a worm in my bottle of CambuchaMama says that I’m dead.
