389. Triple-Heated Boiler
from lara's hype eng
389. Triple-Heated Boiler from lara's hype eng vol. Y. Web player, likes, and session sync: https://lare.m-d-r-n.com/play/389 Telegram post: https://telegram.me/lara_just_in_case/499 Lyrics: [Verse 1] A hundred meters to the next bin, not the Sahara, not a pilgrimage. Bag on the ground, seagulls already know the schedule, wind handles the rest across the block. Lovingly designed hell, VIP kettle, triple heat — reserved for anyone who cannot be bothered to walk one minute with their own garbage. [Chorus] Triple-heated boiler, custom-built for you. Seagulls tearing into plastic, wind distributing the whole spectacular view. Triple-heated boiler — I cannot forgive the pigsty you pressed on everyone who never agreed to live in it. [Verse 2] Nearest bin is full — okay, I see it, there's another one a little further on. But the bag lands anyway, cellophane splits open, somebody walks past looking totally fine. I will never understand the willingness. Never. No matter how long I watch. The seagulls have a system. You are the variable they already factored in. [Chorus] Triple-heated boiler, custom-built for you. Seagulls tearing into plastic, wind distributing the whole spectacular view. Triple-heated boiler — I cannot forgive the pigsty you pressed on everyone who never agreed to live in it. [Outro] One hundred meters. Not the Sahara. One hundred meters.
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