ROT FOR TROUT (feat. Kasane Teto SV)

"you can get me off of here." help i am stuck at sea -- ROT FOR CLOUT originally by ‪@JamiePaigeIRL‬    • ROT FOR CLOUT (feat. Kasane Teto)   MV & art based off the original by ‪@ricedeity‬ Thumbnail drawn by Cehroaza Download, SVP & Inst: https://drive.google.com/drive/folder... MV made in Lyrica https://0mnibus.net/ -- lyrics: Watch the beer get chilled You can grill, or you can be grilled It doesn't really matter what I reel I would rather take and make it my meal Oh, take that perch, we'll see how it tastes Oh you would catch the same shit if you didn't change your bait If life is nothing but an endless lake You bet your bass I'm getting first place Please somebody get me off of here Please somebody wont you get me off of here, oh You can get me off of here Yep, that's right, let the hook take flight Watch the line go out, line go out, out out out out Until the bay's morning dew has melted completely through You can feel it out, feel it out, f- feel it out And all the scales will slide off the skin, so nice Then you cut it up, cut it up, cut cut cut cut Until you've had your bite, clean your goddamn knife Baby, fish it up, fish it up, f- f- f- fish Oh we can fish until the sun burns out We can rot for trout Tie the hook with skill I fish with heart and love of the thrill And when the rain comes falling on my head Yeah I'd rather be dirt than go hide in the shed Oh, fuck that trout, baby, start the chase Now I'm drinking my stout, perfect framing of the race All the sea gales were quickly embraced It's a trying day, a pathetic display Please somebody get me off of here Please somebody wont you get me off of here, oh I'm not getting off of here That's right, let the hook take flight Watch the line go out, line go out, out out out out Until the bay's morning dew has melted completely through You can feel it out, feel it out, f- feel it out And all the scales deep-fried with some chips on the side You can eat it up, eat it up, eat eat eat eat Until you've had your bite, on the edge of the tide Baby, cut it up, cut it up, f- f- f- fish it Oh god, it's so damn unfair I live a life so hungry that a fish can't compare Oh god, the guard won't save me Oh I'm a perfect weathered motorboat and life is gonna sway me Come and fish until the sun burns out And I rot for- Maybe not a single real reason Damn trout's already out of season So undaunted, even by myself Tell me, what's that smell? What's that smell? I don't like what's left onboard Pray to god to fix my pole But I don't need god's assistance I need yours That's right, let the hook take flight Watch the line go out, line go out, out out out out Until the bay's morning dew has melted completely through You can feel it out, feel it out, f- feel it out And all the scales shall grind until they're pretty fine You can eat it up, eat it up, eat eat eat eat Until you've had your bite, cut yourself up some bigeye Baby, cut it up, cut it up, f- f- f- fish it Oh god, it's so damn unfair I live a life so insatiable, better prepare Oh god, the guard won't save me So let the shallow marine watch me GOING FUCKING CRAZY Come and fish until the sun burns out And I rot for trout -- I wonder if it feels good to fish so hard...