Letra da Música: Souls Have No Drum Machine - Peachcake

Break it down and take it down and tear me apart,
I'm the one who's laughed at for creating this art,
They want to ridicule and be so cruel,
But I'll tell you that we're configuring where we're at,

But there is nothing left!
A simple prejudice,
A grudge held with this I can't,
Make you listen to music any---

More more chorus and less verse,
Sales depend on clever rehearse,
Of catchy melodies and vocal ease,
Sure-pure violation to the annihilation,

There is something here,
Potential is very near,
Just make more songs,
and write a catalogggg,
Soup it up,
Produce it yup,
Make it poppy and fuck,
I promise to make you a superstar-rockstar,
You'll be the next Ravi Shankar,
You're gonna be bigger than the Beatles kidddd!

But there is nothing left,
A simple prejudice,
A grudge held with this I can't,
Make you listen to music any---

More more stress,
Honey we can't buy that dress,
I'm waiting for something from Federal Express,
It contains within the lyrics sheet,
They wrote for me about,
AZ and it's heat!

There is something here,
Potential is very near,
Just make more songs,
and write a catalogggg,
Soup it up,
Produce it yup,
Make it poppy and fuck,
I promise to make you a superstar-rockstar,
You'll be the next Ravi Shankar,
You're gonna be bigger than the Beatles kidddd!