Greenface
Lyrics
everyone's standing in line smell of it making me sick a pshicical seismic? and the walls are like paper and ice speak to me revolution boy come out to me daughter of joy I am the collector of things and all of the things it brings and tell me the lesson we? and lead me to the oxygen tank and who will be the speaker of the day and can I exchange my surprise speak to me revolution boy come out to me daughter of joy I am the collector of things and all of the things it brings
Audio Features
Song Details
- Duration
- 01:53
- Key
- 9
- Tempo
- 112 BPM