Flavor — текст песни (Beck)

Flavor

Got the flavor

Got the flavor

Feel so good about a piece of trash, the birds are drunk, theyre drinking from a glass

White lightning and an ol fruit cup

(? )(? )box rock where you are

Dig my grave with a silver spade

Juiced up, from africa to spain

Ghetto blastin to the drivin lane

Insane in the mundane

Pass the bucket, drink your wheels,

Spinnin it back

Black shit

Cause I got the flavor

Yeah I got the flavor

Cause I got the flavor

Yeah I got the flavor

Gah what the fuck? got the flavor.. oh!

Damn!

Out in the moonlight takin requests,

Rippin the blues out of your vests

Stripmine the built to flood

Stricnine with head down with a thud

Cause I got the blues and I cant be satisfied..

Yeah I got the blues, were gonna catch that train and ride

Flavor..

Flavor..

Flavor..

Got the taste..

Got the taste...

Yeah got the taste..

Got the taste

Got a bucket?

Oh got the flavor in my gut

Oh yeah shake your guts

Uh

Cause I got the taste

Cause I got the taste

Cause I got the taste

Cause I got the taste

Got the taste, flavor!

Cause I got--!