[Hook - Onry Ozzborn]
Poor Pavel
Even though your mom’s a model
You walk these streets panhandling, for a gold bottle
Call your moms bro, your dad’s a deadbeat
So it’s up to you and us to be a man of the house
Can’t you see, see?
Some others are attached to what we saying here Pavel
Some others are attached to what we saying here Pavel
Some others are attached to what we saying here Pavel
Poor Pavel, guess them turntables do wobble
[Verse 1 - Onry Ozzborn]
I’m Florian Schneider
A valеdictorian choreographing psyche mental bindеrs
The trapper with the velcro go with the flow like bouncing ball reminders
We out here, we giveth, we taketh away if you are cruel not kinder
Influencer insider, what a time this is
Where the business-minded hybrid lives
Where dreams may come and go
Where the wild things lurk and do they biz
In Hoff-like, environment
Goth spikes, retirement
Moth dust, colodipen
Shook ones, try again
My philosophy lingo
My wardrobe was forged by God herself
I’m a God myself though
Imma guide myself, don’t need no help
We encompass those trumpets you hear
In clouds and also bells outwardly
Forensic Files on the Vatican tiles or mob wives devour thee
A striking resemblance to Cersei, they bitch face, we bitch face
They witch mage, which witch page will you end up on?
‘Cause we on the front (page)
The small winded version of farewells and so longs
From us to those who tend to carry on in they merry song
Poor Pavel
Even though your mom’s a model
You walk these streets panhandling, for a gold bottle
Call your moms bro, your dad’s a deadbeat
So it’s up to you and us to be a man of the house
Can’t you see, see?
Some others are attached to what we saying here Pavel
Some others are attached to what we saying here Pavel
Some others are attached to what we saying here Pavel
Poor Pavel, guess them turntables do wobble
[Verse 1 - Onry Ozzborn]
I’m Florian Schneider
A valеdictorian choreographing psyche mental bindеrs
The trapper with the velcro go with the flow like bouncing ball reminders
We out here, we giveth, we taketh away if you are cruel not kinder
Influencer insider, what a time this is
Where the business-minded hybrid lives
Where dreams may come and go
Where the wild things lurk and do they biz
In Hoff-like, environment
Goth spikes, retirement
Moth dust, colodipen
Shook ones, try again
My philosophy lingo
My wardrobe was forged by God herself
I’m a God myself though
Imma guide myself, don’t need no help
We encompass those trumpets you hear
In clouds and also bells outwardly
Forensic Files on the Vatican tiles or mob wives devour thee
A striking resemblance to Cersei, they bitch face, we bitch face
They witch mage, which witch page will you end up on?
‘Cause we on the front (page)
The small winded version of farewells and so longs
From us to those who tend to carry on in they merry song
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