[Verse 1: Sweeney]
Them other b**hes ain't even really bad as f**
The way you flip it your reciprocals ain't addin' up
This little attic been trappin' your dreams imagined up
You turned an addict to someone who seen he had enough
No right of pa**age through pastel and oil paint
The foil taints the sacred in you, this soil makes
For great roses the petal I picked is potent
Mister Mystic a**isted in simplifying the ocean
The landlocked captain came back with the waddle
Introspective, still swerve through intersections sip bottles
But my demons ain't defeated I could use me a hand
I need the music to move in and make a few hundred grand
So I could throw it in the coffin and bury myself alive
Workin till my circuits are most certainly fried
But you seen the old soul who so humbly moves
Tumblin out this mental state with no devotion for truth
[Bridge}
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[Verse 2: Sweeney]
Why don't you show me what you made of?
I ain't a mason, what I make will often break up
I ain't been the same since the last break up
You need to pump the brakes before i start to hate us
What I say'll shake up, then we kiss and make up
Make the same mistakes and lead the way you let me take us
Directly into battle, my tale been told without a tattle
I'm up sh**s creek without a paddle
It's no wonder that I still got the stogie breath
I ain't even really change since the homies d**h
I'm still stuck at the table but all my homies left
It's such a shame I feel I ain't got a homie left
No consolation but constellations and and super nova's
Single sips of the simple syrup and super soda
Will work a miracle turn a page for the soul
It's been determined I turn to you for the lows