Its that one type of night with the bright white ice pick
Slipped up signature, wrestle til I scribble shit
Who in my space smell khaki leather pants?
If my brain go missing, Ill be damned
The one ripped by the wind, instant implant
How we see what we thought was nothing before
Now the lost and the waste can slide beside them
Perform the custom of hissing lisp adorn
Ive had a little bit too much
Dont wait for me, Ill wake up on my own tomorrow
I took a little medicine, love, to lubricate my flow
Dont wait up for me cause Ill be coming home tomorrow
Ill crush a mound up on your birthday cake
With your whole family there watching or at your Aunt Vivs wake
Line up some blow on your titties and blow the rest in your face
If youre not turning up, then your whole lifes a disgrace
I like the self-destructive girls, where the fucks be all missin
When you get home and Im high, I dont wanna hear no bitchin
This is the modern man, modern plan, future transition
Worship the work and the product, American Joy Division
I know them and I know what, I think Ima start this up
Eagle vs. Crows We all suck, we were born to fuck this up
I know them and I know what, I think Ima start this up
Eagle vs. Crows We all suck, we were born to fuck this up
Like the fastest object overgrowth
Like a basket robin, egg and yolk
I got the bombest little habit, watch my head explode
Like the plant lion synthesized this shit
Ive had a little bit too much
Dont wait for me, Ill wake up on my own tomorrow
I took a little medicine, love, to lubricate my flow
Dont wait up for me cause Ill be coming home tomorrow