Gulls over Dump - Burago

This land belongs to the gulls And the gulls to their cry And their cry to the wind And the wind belongs to no one The wind belongs to no one I gave my breath to the song To the song was a mind Neither a ship, nor a sea Neither of glass, nor of wine Even this ghost of a road Climbing hand over hand, Toward that pinprick of light, Toward the sea that god sewn Toward the sea that god sewn Toward the sea that god sewn Toward the sea that god sewn Toward the sea that god sewn Toward the sea that god sewn Toward the sea that god sewn Toward the sea that god sewn Ah baby, I try to recognize it in my mind, And I try to stamp it out before it happens I try to recognize it in my mind, and I try to stamp it out. The writing's on, the writing's on, the writing's on the wall The writing's on, the writing's on, the writing's on the wall The writing's on, the writing's on, the writing's on the wall The writing's on, the writing's on, the writing's on the wall This land belong to the gulls, and the gulls to their cry And the cry to the wind And the cry to the wind And the cry to the wind

In a hotbox four deep Eight blunts lit Five percent tint on this whip You can't jump in Caught em in the alley Roll the window he running Two 9s 30 some shots They both dumping Dump dump dump dump Dump on a dummy Dump dump dump dump Dump inside his function Dump dump dump dump Dump we on that dumb shit Halloween this shit right here get scary smash his pumpkin Shorty back it up just like a dump dump dump truck This ain't what you want You getting fucked fucked fucked up He ain't got no aim He swing the stick just like a nunchuck Get on his ass he talking this and that And he ain't done none Kentucky derby she ride me like a Harley Momma imma mess but it's my daddy fault I'm sorry One inside the head for any nigga tryna harm me I got special bullets like I came from out the army Not a fucking Ken doll Bitch you not a Barbie Internet gangstas niggas iCarly I said I'm finna hot box So why the fuck you call me Red flag you ain't got no money that's alarming In a hotbox four deep Eight blunts lit Five percent tint on this whip You can't jump in Caught em in the alley Roll the window he running Two 9s 30 some shots They both dumping Dump dump dump dump Dump on a dummy Dump dump dump dump Dump inside his function Dump dump dump dump Dump we on that dumb shit Halloween this shit right here get scary smash his pumpkin

I can't believe I'm letting you do this to me I can't believe I'm letting you do this to me Hand me a line Really hand me a line Really hand me a line Hand me a line Really hand it to me I've always loved you Love dumpling Your shit's like chocolate cake and Your ass smells like a rose I really hate you Love dumpling Now my bowels ache, yeah I can't believe I'm letting you do this to me Drop down in a line Really hand me a line Really hand me a line Hand me a line Really hand it to me Hand me a line Really hand me a line Really hand me a line Hand me a line Drop down in a line Really hand me a line Really hand me a line Hand me a line Really hand it to me

I won't say it to your face So I'll write a song about it I won't say it to your face So I'll write a song about it I love you like a sister I love you like a sister I mean, come on We've been friends this long I love you like a sister So I watch you like a hawk Sorry but I just can't help it So when you talk about him And tell me the things that he tells you And the stuff he pulls off The red flags are a-poppin' The alarms are a-ringin' I can't say I'm his number one fan You call me to rant and it's totally fine We've both seen each other's ugly cry It's none of my business, but it kinda is 'Cause you talk to me about it all the time And I understand that you love him and I respect that But I kinda want to punch him in the balls Wouldn't it be lovely if you'd just dump the guy ASAP? Wouldn't it be lovely if you'd just dump the guy ASAP? We'll throw a big party I'll buy the balloons and the booze There'll be a buffet of Kleenex We'll be ready for the grand ol' cryfest Ice cream, Nutella and chips You name it, I got it But until that day comes I'll listen and wait patiently And tell myself Wouldn't it be lovely if you'd just dump the guy ASAP? Wouldn't it be lovely if you'd just dump the guy ASAP?

Show the man a pass and Everything you've got Go to where he points and Throw it all on top Hear the crunching beneath of junk let go A parrot cage and dial phones Blue for small electrics Microwaves in here Television pieces In a rusty skip But be careful if you brought chemicals They've got a place especially for those And there's always a busy crowd around People come from all over town (over town) Dropping off the things that they no longer need to keep Everybody's collage Stacking up the wall When the sun is out the Scent gets pretty tall But the site operators don't care much They're looking forward to their lunch And when we fill it up A lorry comes and drags it on the tarmac Somewhere far from here So when they let us in At six A.M. The spaces are empty again And there's always a busy crowd around People come from all over town (over town) Dropping off the things that they no longer need to keep