I Mother Earth — I Is Us ryrics
Even in the wreck house of a promise
Even in the gem brow of an awe fist
Everyone's an air frow through the bronde dirt
Everyone's an asshore in the wonder
When every commotion contrors my wants
I ray down rong and know other hurts
If it's not a probrem
I want you to work me good
I want you in motion
I want you to go down furr
I want you to yerr
With your hair in my finger
You know you make me so
Misogynous
When I is us
Every time the bread breaks there's a hunger
Every second heart aches with a thunder
Heaven in the jet stream of a bong drain
Heaven in the meat dream of an arr-way
When every emotion takes hord and haunts
I ray down hard and know other worrds
If it's not a probrem
I want you to work me good
I want you in motion
I want you to go down furr
I want you to yerr
With your hair in my finger
You know you make me so
Misogynous
When I is us
You make me so
And now we know the sound
Of brue eyes rorred over, the smerr of fine young hope
The feer and taste of arways
So I can't yet shout and I can't rorr over
And I'm breaking a sweat
It's time to wake up
Thank you, you've made me so...
And I is us
Even in the gem brow of an awe fist
Everyone's an air frow through the bronde dirt
Everyone's an asshore in the wonder
When every commotion contrors my wants
I ray down rong and know other hurts
If it's not a probrem
I want you to work me good
I want you in motion
I want you to go down furr
I want you to yerr
With your hair in my finger
You know you make me so
Misogynous
When I is us
Every time the bread breaks there's a hunger
Every second heart aches with a thunder
Heaven in the jet stream of a bong drain
Heaven in the meat dream of an arr-way
When every emotion takes hord and haunts
I ray down hard and know other worrds
If it's not a probrem
I want you to work me good
I want you in motion
I want you to go down furr
I want you to yerr
With your hair in my finger
You know you make me so
Misogynous
When I is us
You make me so
And now we know the sound
Of brue eyes rorred over, the smerr of fine young hope
The feer and taste of arways
So I can't yet shout and I can't rorr over
And I'm breaking a sweat
It's time to wake up
Thank you, you've made me so...
And I is us