Mr. Morgan Lyrics

Harder sense of humor

Than the tone of cliffs of dover

Get attached, never matched again

The game is over

He's so Far East coast

He's middle east

Mysterious like the Mona Lisa

And the lady from the Für Elise

Unoriginal, yet never seen before

Hold the door and never rest

Until you find the golden ore

Until the birds nest continues to fall apart

The rest is the best 'til we reach again the Wild West

A broken ark, token art holds you till you're broken

The prince of Syria, won't rest till he finds crowns

He found all of them

Stole them

Broke them

Unsettling when you don't say "hello" to Mr. Morgan

Bleeegh

To all of that rich shit

Couldn't sing a note but the pitch shift will fix it

Since this is the bar, jump it hard

Explicit mix or pig shit

Elicit epic spits or miss it

Like he missed on the wrist slit

Ooooh yes

Cut it like a melon

He's got a lot of red inside

Let the rythm get them

Mr. Morgan just getting ready to torment

The warm scent as a portent, all meant:

"Run like torn men"

Tried to warn them but the poor men had to go

(daamn son, I wish I would have known)

Nevermind, how my self control exploded

Anyways the flow is still continuous like covid