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Pan Amsterdam
Pan Amsterdam
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GUTS
GUTS
Performer
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Pan Amsterdam
Pan Amsterdam
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GUTS
GUTS
Songwriter
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GUTS
GUTS
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Lyrics

My girl dressed like a girl
Cowboy hats, boots and Spanish pearls
I see on both sides like Chapelle
See on both sides like Chapelle
The Daily Planet writes me up well
Hint, Clark Kent slipped and fell
I be the new son of Jor-El
Clean your nose with my new lapel
Flying twice as high with no butterflies in the sky
OD'd and an alibi
Rainbows can't read and Lavare can't see
Sue me, I'm a trekkie
So dated and rehearsed and fashionably late
I'll funk like rotten milk and past the expiration date
It'll make your granny's cow lactate, those old rugs levitate
You'll wonder why I got apple pie, prune juice and carrot cakes
Silly rabbit, Trix are for kids
And I only watch R-rated vids
On VHS, blue neon grids
Did you shoot Bambi? Yes, you did
Don't worry, I won't tell a soul
Underground like Alice in a rabbit hole
Please, there's no need to text us
Eavesdrop on you like Alexa
Thought it was Wonderland
Data sent to Amazon Shamans
Bossa Nova, you're a boss, huh?
Now you're deep in the woods on Ayahuasca
Burn me out the forest
When you're more hairier than Chuck Norris
Try to control my fate? I'll have a talk with your mum
After I'm done with the carrot cake
I'm gonna beat them in the coliseum
A cat will be the witness of my outstanding fitness
Shuffling on 'em like Ali
Then he'll try to shuffle like me, what a sight to see
Because I don't fight, I eat chips
And watch a lotta kung fu flicks
Way of the dragon be my profile pic
Fell off the wagon by Daniel's crane style kick
Guts on the beat, we go slumming
In Paris throwing daggers at feet
We put the crowd into a sweat lodge
Dried saliva sip with a tinge of fromage
Collage clay-mation and paper maches
Duchamp this scene like Claude Monet
PO Box number, collect cache
Prefer Vin Rouge to Pink Rose
I'm topless so you ain't top of nothing
Spotless in a junk yard eatin' muffins
A little yeasty, put it back in the oven
BBQ play trumpet like Kermit Ruffins
Written by: GUTS, Pan Amsterdam
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