Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Elliphant
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ellinor Olovsdotter
Songwriter
Tim Denéve
Songwriter
Ted Krotkiewski
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jungle
Producer
Lyrics
Zip it!
God damn this wicked jungle!
Mr buss driver give me a ride, hey hey counter honey, hey hey hi!
Smell for it cian't feel it, light a cigarette, need a ceremony and wheres ma coffee yet?
Just like most y'all shit where i eat, not they good with lining, me scream in me dream me, got to keep a clear feel, tickle down life, some really wrong overload loose ur mind, got to menni pockets full coat, go heavy, draws are over full of shit, don't feel steady, we are on the road
Here just got started, bb need to fall na lack of helmet, got to, menni pockets full coat go heavy, draws are over full of shit, don't feel steady, we are on the road here just got started, bb need to fall na lack, of helmet, i'm like, zip a run dun na ziggi with me jam, rigg a baba jan fun finger round me tum, lick dunky dun, just like bam bam boo, got a, hungry tongue just like a liar but true, zip a run dun na ziggi with me jam, rigg a baba jan fun finger round me tum, lick dunky dun, just like, bam bam boo, got a hungry tongue just like a liar but true,
If u gonna run then u better run faaaar!
If u gonna run then u better
If u gonna run then u better
If u gonna run then u better run faaaar!
If u gonna run the u better run far
If u gonna run then u better run
-2times-
Fall like a drunk!
Role up a skunk,
Actin like a punk but i don't care
Blisseh like a junk
Pure like a fun
This is the last time we kick it i swear
Cook up a future cook quick mr, see me cry cook up a pill doctor, u got ur self a pear of heals sister, and sure it cut ur pain to get a fat blister, loose all witness discover what a lie, everything to borrow cost a not na try, what u got na, what u know about that, way use talk we can cut to fuck!
Tag me man i need defense naked in this jungle i'm lonely and, i'm urs if u wanna, i'm urs if u wanna, to start the blessing of a new day, lets see what the newspaper have to say, the first page make me want to throw up, right into me coffee cup, i keep reading and i wonder why, cos, this madness i read make me want to cry, a child in pieces in a plastic bag, family smash in a car crash, violence, war, terror, hate, wait is this fate no it's rape, and i wonder, when will this world go under,
Buss driver ain't got menni groupies, got two
One is a mouse and the other one blue
Sometimes she look like a tiger too...
U know!
Fall like a drunk!
Role up a skunk,
Actin' like a punk but i don't care
Blisseh like a junkpure like a fun
This is the last time we kick it i swear
Writer(s): Ellinor Olovsdotter, Tim Deneve Svedberg, Ted Krotkiewski
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