Beck - Flavor Lyrics
FlavorGot the flavorGot the flavorFeel so good about a piece of trash, the birds are drunk, they're drinking from a glassWhite lightning and an ol' fruit cup(?)(?)box rock where you areDig my grave with a silver spadeJuiced up, from africa to spainGhetto blastin to the drivin' laneInsane in the mundanePass the bucket, drink your wheels,Spinnin it backBlack shitCause i got the flavorYeah i got the flavorCause i got the flavorYeah i got the flavorGah what the *****? got the flavor.. oh!Damn!Out in the moonlight takin' requests,Rippin' the blues out of your vestsStripmine the built to floodStricnine with head down with a thudCause i got the blues and i can't be satisfied..Yeah i got the blues, we're gonna catch that train and rideFlavor..Flavor..Flavor..Got the taste..Got the taste...Yeah got the taste..Got the tasteGot a bucket?Oh got the flavor in my gutOh yeah shake your gutsUhCause i got the tasteCause i got the tasteCause i got the tasteCause i got the tasteGot the taste, flavor!Cause i got--!
