Chronic Sunshine song by Cosmo Pyke from Primary Album Album not found. The music is composed and produced by Joel. Genre is Psychedelic Rock, Bedroom Pop, Rock music. The Record company is unknown. Released on None.
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Chronic Sunshine Meaning
| [[Verse 1] Because I’ve had enough of all this controversy I’ve been affected and I can’t lie That shit quite frankly bothers me She said she said you’re the man I’m on together and I’m having doubts We won’t hurt you or all your plans Paraphernalia and contraband [Bridge] I wasn’t ‘llowed to I was proud to come To terms with germs and fuck’ries in my life All I’m sayin’ is that’s not me, it could be you for all eternity [Chorus] Chronic sunshines forever You know that it don’t really go I’m getting spat out of Peckham While you’re cycling home It’s an ongoing circle No sights to behold (sights to behold) Vicious repetitions While still cycling home [Verse 2] She said, she said you’re a star, Cosmo But you’re a star and we’re all star stuff That rebounds but first he out comes weak Before you know you’ll forgot what to speak I just forgot what I was thinking All these blues have got me sinking I dropped it on the floor because of your missed call The one you sent to me , [Bridge] I wasn’t ‘llowed to I was proud to come To terms with germs and fuck’ries in my life All I’m sayin’ is that’s not me, it could be you for all eternity [Chorus] Chronic sunshines forever You know that it don’t really go I’m getting spat out of Peckham While you’re cycling home It’s an ongoing circle No sights to behold (sights to behold) Vicious repetitions But I’m still cycling home [Outro] In the stable when I touch iron horses A trainyard’s quiet when you’re using higher forces Like gravity I’m running faster than everyone If I get caught, big money, I’m gone be spending son Eight cans of bitter the plot thickens Put my rucksack in the front to get the paint quicker It’s all about efficiency Picture me skinny jeans running round, where’s your Dickies been, man I have powers to catch you straight away Bun a big fat zoot man I fuck the pain away Drug I hate mugs and getting bake Let me set it straight a real writer, let’s just say he gets his pay This ain’t a rap for a girl or whatever It’s a rap wrapped up for my guilty pleasures To fuck the leisure Before he left the marks on my sweater But I leave him with this Chronic sunshines forever , While you’re cycling home It’s an ongoing circle No sights to behold (sights to behold) Vicious repetition You’re still cycling home I’m still cycling home] |
