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Lyrics:
You say “Hey! It’s the colors you wear”/
I’m like “Mayday!” ‘Cuz I’m so fucking scared/
Trying to save face, like run and embarrassed/
With a crook in my neck, is it love, is it marriage?/
I can’t even walk straight, you’re my police line/
Every night you’re out late, like, “I need time”/
Fucking rewind, you wanted me back.../
Worry ‘bout my pipe, when you hit me in the kneecap/
Girl….
Eyes blacker than a redact, askin her for feedback/
Gauzy gravel, white noise, keep at it/
I was a fucking god, you got me insecure/
Relapsing in IKEA, buying ‘His & Her’s’/
Towelettes, miss choking out a bitch like Claudette/
Yes, it’s about sex, bowed legs, brown freckles/
He comes around when she does it/
Ground trembles, now, now devil/
You’re in my back pocket, like a fish hook/
Trying to get on the T.V. and be like: “Bitch, look”/
Let me tell you ‘bout abandonment issues/ (got em)
Paralyzing radio silence loud as like six nukes/
I’m like a cornered animal.../ (I am)
Fuck NAFTA, more like borderline irrational/ (it is)
Wouldn’t trade it for the world, not another one/ (nope)
Usain Bolt, bitch: colors run/
Don’t get drunk, don’t get distracted.../
Guess we’re just bad kids, do love The Black Lips/
Been a bizarre ride, just Phipe and a fat lip/
Still passing me by the farside of baggage/
Like I’m running, running, running, running/
Dissolving in debt, in my bed, like “come in”/
Don’t believe in soulmates, but our freckles match/
Showed up on my doorstep just to welcome back/
And it’s dumb right, watch me wither in the sunlight/ (I’m melting)
Fittest glove like, living like a drum strike/
Heart in constant, life’s a streets and my heart’s on crossing/
Heart on throbbing, gosh darn Mom ‘n Dad are watching/
Parade marching, never get stuck in the margins/
Luck of the draw is... Fucking retarded/
Gonna withdraw, then buck up and charge in/
You’ve got barbed eyes, I’ve got a hard smile/
That’s a far cry from tepid bar dive hookups/
Look up! See the sky got shook up/
Dormant like a doormat, (skinnel?) never took up/
Got used to your gaze, coursing lethal/
No stolen glances, I grand-larson-kneed you in the stomach/
You steam uninterrupted, and when you walked away/
I finally realized what love is/ (yooo)
- Genre
- Hip-hop