Piano motifs, my faux gold teeth
Stroke my goatee like I own a polo team, I gotta
Go, get going, I'm ghost
But if I can be there in spirit then I'm still at my post
For the painkillers, paint thinner
Dinner, on my, suede, slippers
Sinners, come in spades, but I came by the digger
Hated in the woods but I'm famous by the river
Shimmer, shimmer, action figure of speech
Nocking arrows from the quiver, rep the gallows to the mirror
Mirror on my dirty wall, please tell me that I'm a freak
All this pillow talk is irritating
I'm impatient but debilitated
These little pills put me in a stasis
And I don't think I'll make it
No nails on my fingers lately
But I'll scrape the barrel til I'm seeing changes, like
Do you love me, do you hate me
Would you kill me, would you save me
Do you love me or do you hate me
Would you kill me, would you save me
Do you love, or do you hate
Would you kill or would you save
Kipping with the kippers, sipping sin and saltwater
No quarter, simple sickle cell, simply sitting well
Kicking Mississippi's swell, city living stiff and stale
Lips chapped from playing kiss and tell in a living hell
Lifestyles of the dead and nameless
Bright smiles and a little patience
Playing golf, like tigers in the woods
Mild highs, not a buzz, or a sound to be said
He was, found next to the fountain ahead
He took some clout to the head
Tired from the act of being polite
Chasing dragons, I can catch about three at a time
Cut your peaches, know your weakness too deep to define
Digging for a truth you're not eager to find
So safe, I put these thieves in a blind
Keeping the thunder, stealing the light
'Cause now the town's dead
Gotta paint the clouds red
I'm what you ain't around, friend
I'm what you ain't around
Do you love or do you hate me
Would you kill me, would you save me
Do you love, or do you hate
Would you kill or would you save
Weak knights, trying to get by on a weeknight
What'll we find
On the cheap wine, finna feel fine
Thunder thieves trying to steal my light, like oh no
Life lived in slo-mo
Walls without photo
Cool as a polo; I got a hole in me
Weak knights, trying to get by on a weeknight
What'll we find
On the cheap wine, finna feel fine
Thunder thieves trying to steal my light, like oh no