Crush by Future Crib

Supermarket heist
They’re out there moving the ice
Apple in your hand
They feed you twice
The mouth of the machine is just insatiable
Oh!
My folks are so much cooler than the fools that you know
They taught me to be daring everywhere that I go
I’m Knievel, hold the evil, I’m a dangerous freak
I’m Devo

You blow my mind
You’re blooming when you blush
It’s not our loving, it’s the money we should crush
It’s not the stealing, not the dealing, or the deed
It’s the evil that’s killing me

Attacking all the masters just embracing the past
They were never even dancers anyway
You should’ve listened to the man with all that luck
Feeding pills to the doves
If losing all my patience is just turning me red
How many people came before me that just ended up dead?
They had that good thing going
Now where are the good things going?

You blow my mind
You’re blooming when you blush
It’s not our loving, it’s the money we should crush
It’s not the stealing, not the dealing, or the deed
It’s the evil that’s killing me

It’s not the stealing, not the dealing, or the deed
It’s the money that’s killing me

• Rock
• folk pop
• folk rock
• indie pop
• indie rock
• Nashville