Sonntag - Fukumari

Don’t stop, fukumari
You got me cozy in the comedy cruel
Like baby, i was here all time
Own the night like a painted mama
Blowin’ kiss to the fatty coppers
I hear screams from miles and miles around
What do you think, fukumari
Don’t stop, fukumari
I’m getting fed up with the vanity cool
Like, all this shit with burn in time
All night long with the reigning mamas
Getting pissed on wine and tapas
I hear screams for miles and miles around
What do you think, fukumari
Stole a fish but nobody stopped her
She use lips for talkin’ proper
I concede to miles and miles of rats
What do you think, fukumari
You got me cozy in the comedy cruel
And baby, i am livin’ right

Written by:
Zachary Johnston

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