Way to move your lips drives me out of my head
Way you groove your hips drives me out of my head
Way you spend my cash drives me out of my head
Way you smoke my stash drives me out of me head
Whoa, out of my head
Whoa, out of my head
Whoa, out of my head
Whoa, out of my head
Leaving my body out through the top of my skull
Other realities makes this one kinda dull
Gettin me high, like some new kind of drug
Fresh tattoos, bruises, burns from the rug
Whoa, out of my head
Whoa, out of my head
Whoa, out of my head
Whoa, out of my head
Lyin there naked, steam rising offa your skin
Smell of your body remindin me of places I been
Gettin near light, feels like I'm gonna let go
Eyes rollin back, right before my body explodes
Whoa, out of my head
Whoa, out of my head
Whoa, out of my head
Whoa, out of my head
Australian shambolic pop that uses the generic trope of deadpan ennui to evoke bleak dystopia rather than the usual sunny slacker world. Bandcamp Album of the Day Jul 6, 2016
Specializing in bright, sunny "bedroom rock español," this Brooklyn singer-songwriter puts a unique spin on lo-fi music. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 18, 2024