Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Juan Son
Performer
Juan Carlos Pereda
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Juan Son
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Juan Son
Producer
Lyrics
Spending time with octopus
Where nothing come alone
Every morning when I see you
You could be my lovely love
Semitone, semitone again
Don't get alarmed
If you ask me to be honest
I think we should really work
With your obnoxious depression
And communication skills
It's ok, it's ok
Don't get alarmed (Don't get alarmed)
And of course if we work hard enough
We could go to the places we have
Always dream, like that cocktail we saw on
We saw on the television
Even though you are so artsy
But you're still you like to watch
And I know it cause I know
I like 'em too, I know it's not so cool
I like 'em too
You are what you believe you are
A human ocean traveler
But don't trip
My leg turned into tentacles so
Black and pink
It’s hopefully, I'm not offended
No one other thinks, no one other thinks
No one other thinks
Oxygen at least
Someone in the deep ocean understands
That life down here depends on someone
That doesn't suppose to make
Mermaid sashimi my propeller hits like
Even though the right don't
Come to feeling as soon as
I need ox-, I need oxygen
Uh-Uh-Uh-Uh-Uh
Uh-Uh-Uh-Uh-Uh
Uh-Uh-Uh-Uh-Uh
Spending time with octopus
Even those not common
Stealing fishes from the pet shop
'Cause my friend still pick fish
Semitone, semitone again
Don't get alarmed
What a bopely experience
We can have from time to time
Even though we're really friendly
You can be the swimming one
Semitone, semitone again
Don't get alarmed
Fieldtrip to the chocolate factory
Fieldtrip to the slaughterhouse
Fieldtrip to darkness places
You can hold up in your mind
Your philosophy your poetry
Your beautiful scumbag
Even though you don't have feelings
I'm obsessed with you right now
And I know, and I know
You are, you are, you are
And every morning you shine
But last trip
It turned my legs into tentacles
Black and pink
It’s hopefully, I'm not offended
No one other thinks, no one other thinks
No one other thinks
Oxygen at least
Someone in the deep ocean understands
That life down here depends one someone
That doesn't suppose to make
Mermaid sashimi a propeller
Nano robots, propacific's
Current deck for rolling come
From felling lovely songs (What's up?)
Semitone, semitone again
Don't get alarmed
Written by: Juan Son