Shewrotee - Dot Dot Dit Dit Dash Lyrics

See the allure when I'm tipping a whore dubs
Made somebody's mi amor slob on a different door knob
See the allure when I'm tipping a whore dubs
Made somebody's mi amor slob on a different door knob
In need of an actual pay stub
Small eyes, big stomach
Insatiable taste buds
Damn, what happened to rain drops
Summertime grip dumping Mechanical plays and what not
Sparks fly did a dash then I replied Dit dit dash and More dots
If I ride through the past then I Might hit a batch of sore spots
Got nine lives in the stash so I bask In the path of flawed thoughts
Your top five amiss
Give a fuck about a ho entire list
Locked in with the stove and Pyrex Rolling tireless
Shit slap like Pontus Pilate
I'm Brocken I admit
Soaking eye lids
Your top ten might get messiah
Pissed
Don't blend with a ho entire mix
Freaks love me for my open Mindedness
I'm Brocken I admit
See the allure when I'm tipping a whore dubs
Made somebody's mi amor slob on a different door knob
See the allure when I'm tipping a whore dubs
Made somebody's mi amor slob on a different door knob
Taking time here
I'm counting my days
Taking my time with it
I'm not in a haste
Got time on my hand
But I've got none to waste
Nothing to waste darling
Fist full of regrets as I tread
Through the valley of the shadow
Of death with a loaded pen and a
Pack of my cigarettes
Fist full of regrets as I tread
Through the valley of the shadow
Of death with a loaded pen and a
Pack of my cigarettes
I don't know who's a friend
I don't know who's a foe
Got to stay safe darling
Fist full of regrets as I tread
Through the valley of the shadow
Of death with a loaded pen and a
Pack of my cigarettes

See the allure when I'm tipping a whore dubs
Made somebody's mi amor slob on a different door knob
See the allure when I'm tipping a whore dubs
Made somebody's mi amor slob on a different door knob
In need of an actual pay stub
Small eyes, big stomach
Insatiable taste buds
Damn, what happened to rain drops
Summertime grip dumping Mechanical plays and what not
Sparks fly did a dash then I replied Dit dit dash and More dots
If I ride through the past then I Might hit a batch of sore spots
Got nine lives in the stash so I bask In the path of flawed thoughts
Your top five amiss
Give a fuck about a ho entire list
Locked in with the stove and Pyrex Rolling tireless
Shit slap like Pontus Pilate
I'm Brocken I admit
Soaking eye lids
Your top ten might get messiah
Pissed
Don't blend with a ho entire mix
Freaks love me for my open Mindedness
I'm Brocken I admit
See the allure when I'm tipping a whore dubs
Made somebody's mi amor slob on a different door knob
See the allure when I'm tipping a whore dubs
Made somebody's mi amor slob on a different door knob
Taking time here
I'm counting my days
Taking my time with it
I'm not in a haste
Got time on my hand
But I've got none to waste
Nothing to waste darling
Fist full of regrets as I tread
Through the valley of the shadow
Of death with a loaded pen and a
Pack of my cigarettes
Fist full of regrets as I tread
Through the valley of the shadow
Of death with a loaded pen and a
Pack of my cigarettes
I don't know who's a friend
I don't know who's a foe
Got to stay safe darling
Fist full of regrets as I tread
Through the valley of the shadow
Of death with a loaded pen and a
Pack of my cigarettes