Cud – Vocally Speaking Lyrics

Feeling bad, feeling good
Entertaining rag shazza
Interpolating like I knew I could
DSS .. S hassle
Looking up, looking down
Smoking pipes of White Castle
Can't find no life in this damn town
'Cos the blue tits give me hassle

The people look at me so strange
When I 'm as limited as my vocal range

Feeling hot, feeling cold
I feel a slave to my bottle
I stay in bed all the night and day
'Cos the rubber is perished and rotten

Feeling sour, feeling sweet
Sidewalk hard under my feet
J. P. Sebastien magnifique
Oozingly charismatic

Feeling nice, cooking rice
'Cos there's a rumble in my tummy
And all my dole couldn't fill my hole
So I write pleading letters to my mummy
Feeling bushed, drained and pushed
Tramps demanding my loose change
I really would, if I only could, expand upon my vocal range….

event_note January 7, 2021

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