Abdullah Siddiqui - centrifuge Lyrics

Lit up a joint and stole my headphones
The one fairy who couldn't climb to her meadow
You played that song just to annoy me
Those tacky brats aren't even good at bigotry
Ooh
Hmm yeah
I feel the wind changing but we're planted in our plants to this day
Ooh
Hmm yeah
You said I don't talk, but maybe that's why I ain't talking to you babe
No point beating a dead poet
No point beating a broken heart
No point cheating what we know
And no point keeping us apart
No point beating a dead poet
No point beating a broken heart
No point cheating what we know
And no point keeping us apart
Keeping us apart
Our jokes are dying cause they're simple
The one queen who couldn't climb up to her temple
We're staring up across the ceiling
Telling stories of those numbers with feeling
Ooh
Hmm yeah
You thing I'm wrong, I'm suspended up in love just like a centrifuge
Ooh
You came in my room
Don't know what to do
No point beating a dead poet
No point beating a broken heart
No point cheating what we know
And no point keeping us apart
No point beating a dead poet
No point beating a broken heart
No point cheating what we know
And no point keeping us apart
Keeping us apart
No point, no point
No point, no point
No point, no point
No point, no point
No point, no point, yeah
No point, no point

Lit up a joint and stole my headphones
The one fairy who couldn't climb to her meadow
You played that song just to annoy me
Those tacky brats aren't even good at bigotry
Ooh
Hmm yeah
I feel the wind changing but we're planted in our plants to this day
Ooh
Hmm yeah
You said I don't talk, but maybe that's why I ain't talking to you babe
No point beating a dead poet
No point beating a broken heart
No point cheating what we know
And no point keeping us apart
No point beating a dead poet
No point beating a broken heart
No point cheating what we know
And no point keeping us apart
Keeping us apart
Our jokes are dying cause they're simple
The one queen who couldn't climb up to her temple
We're staring up across the ceiling
Telling stories of those numbers with feeling
Ooh
Hmm yeah
You thing I'm wrong, I'm suspended up in love just like a centrifuge
Ooh
You came in my room
Don't know what to do
No point beating a dead poet
No point beating a broken heart
No point cheating what we know
And no point keeping us apart
No point beating a dead poet
No point beating a broken heart
No point cheating what we know
And no point keeping us apart
Keeping us apart
No point, no point
No point, no point
No point, no point
No point, no point
No point, no point, yeah
No point, no point