[Flame] 🔥 Death Grips - Billy Not Really Lyrics
[Refrain]
 Oh, why me, why me, oh, I mean, oh, why me
 Don’t see why I need all these hands, can’t stand by these
 Oh, why me, why me, oh, I mean, oh, why me
 Don’t see why I need all these hands, can’t stand by these
[Verse 1]
 All my palm lines running, stretching
 ‘Cross my palm like blind cross etching
 Palm mummified chimera filming
 Bronze my palm now, all brown palm now
 Visits some medium, won’t come near me
 Treats me like a meteor, she scares me
[Pre-Chorus]
 My bony, now, now, Billy, not really
 My bony, now, now, Billy, not really
[Chorus]
 Yo, oi, yo, ouh, aww, Billy, Billy, not really, yo, raw
 Yo, oi, yo, ouh, aww, Billy, Billy, not really, yo, oi, yo, amnesia
 Yo, oi, yo, ouh, aww, Billy, Billy, not really, yo, raw
 Yo, oi, yo, ouh, aww, Billy, Billy, not really, yo, oi, yo, amnesia
[Refrain]
 Oh, why me, why me, oh, I mean, oh, why me
 Don’t see why I need all these hands, can’t stand by these
 Oh, why me, why me, oh, I mean, oh, why me
 Don’t see why I need all these hands, can’t stand by these
[Verse 2]
 Every movement after sudden movement, déjà vu abductee
 Sucky sucky, sticky psyche touching so many sensory
 Dripping, dripping, dripping, splashing, splashing happening
 Already , now, now, Billy, not really
[Refrain]
 Oh, why me, why me, oh, I mean, oh, why me
 Don’t see why I need all these hands, can’t stand by these
[Pre-Chorus]
 My bony, now, now, Billy, not really
 My bony, now, now, Billy, not really
[Chorus]
 Amnesia
 Yo, oi, yo, ouh, aww, Billy, Billy, not really, yo, raw
 Yo, oi, yo, ouh, aww, Billy, Billy, not really, yo, oi, yo, amnesia
[Verse 3]
 I man tsunami feral, get barreled in other worlds
 No hand in sea of pearls, buried in frozen Jheri curls
 I man Herzog shooting solitaire (-taire)
 No hands, savoir nova shaka glare Zulu somnambulist lair
 Flick of my wrist ouh, shit, ouh, awhoo shit
 Phantom lix crude lix, I man island exclusive
 Flick of my wrist ouh, shit, ouh, awhoo shit
 Flick of my wrist awe shit, aww, I’m not shit
[Outro]
 She tune in telly through your shriveled button pressed jaundice yellow
 She’s your experience, you’re her experiment
 Her vox limbo fine print in obese sharpie so sorry falsetto
 You’re her experiment, she’s your experience
