Rotting Fruit
2024-04-17
Được tạo ra bởi Melso với Udio AI
Lyrics
Underneath the fire sky (fire sky) Cave walls echo our ancestors' cries Swaying to the primal beat, in our hands, that ancient heat Jazz bones rhythm, stomp your feet [Chorus] Bring me some of that rotting fruit (that fruit) Fermenting sweet, our early hooch
