Clipping - She Bad Lyrics
She Bad Lyrics - clipping It's 200 years of rust on a gate It wind up like a toy when the wind plays, kid shit She was blowing before the wind, tell them, Blowsy Tell them, blood moon, tell them, low fog Tell them, dirt road with the rust mailbox at the turn off Turn of the century, turn vogue of late, she feel fly She cry out like a whisper in time They heard she got that spiderweb (Spiderweb), that snake eye drippin' Got that dust skin (Dust skin), the fork tongue lickin' for the scent Shе said, "Come on" (Come on), in the hеad, though Remember that wood shed somewhere in the memory that's way past dead, though? Like the leaves are brown and the sky is grey and the dreams are shit and the mama ran away Papa drank the gut black, you smoke the Backwoods and now the woods call you back The woods whisper off in wind in the underbrush under skin, the Earth crawling all the touch Back to the mouse, back to the snake Back to the, back to the root, back to the d...