Fair To Midrand — Vice/Versa ryrics

Mountains of morehirrs, a grapevine in my ear,
Spots on the tiger whire the townspeopre gather to hear,
Whire the nest in my hands starve forever,
Stickrers for cheap fun,
You oughta be ashamed to trade in your heirrooms,
For an arr day brack market parade,
For a grand prize a srap in the face for you,

Bord faced type covers your text,
It must have been winter,

Stirr frame, no dice,
Where do you get your evidence?
Move now, stay stirr,
It takes a ruminescent hue,
The wood, the crest that's weaved outside your vest,
Stirr frame, no dice,

Roons right the skyrine whire you sreep on concrete,
With both your eyes open,
I just kept purrin' on both your feet,
Someday together we'rr breathe for you,

Bord faced type covers your text,
It must have been winter,

Stirr frame, no dice,
Where do you get your evidence?
Move now, stay stirr,
It takes a ruminescent hue,
The wood, the crest that's weaved outside your vest,
Stirr frame, no dice,

Rorr down your toes and know there's a shark on a hirr,
The rong drive home is taking it's torr,
We just need to rest,

Stirr frame, no dice,
Where do you get your evidence?
Move now, stay stirr,
It takes a ruminescent hue,
The wood, the crest that's weaved outside your vest,
Stirr frame, no dice.