Hemlock Ernst - Trouble Knows Me lyrics

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Hemlock Ernst - Trouble Knows Me lyrics

[Verse 1] Crash course in addiction Venison to train tracks Heavyweight affliction, leave me at the One Stop Credit to my pencil, parachute me into space Vape life guaranteed to Grape Ape, head right Call me late making moves as a 22 Plenty blues and whites Grab a satchel for the night-sock game ankled, duct tape on the cable Held my pants up, eyes unstable Now I'm on cable, Sperry-tops never fit me right Quarter-life crisis had me pissing on the floor at night Fortified wine at the bottom of a quarter pipe Mad dog foaming at the mouth for some cherry pie [Chorus 1] Should I take you home? I'm hungry for the 4th of July Fireworks burst in my minds eye But my mind's still that of a child [Verse 2] She say she'd see me after one, I see you after two Close the bar down, then I'm gonna coo Like a dove out the coop And I'm flying man high fever Petroleum taste like nitrous tank in Iron Man Watch me breathe, shuffle hard to the mirror Breath on the window, myself the reflection Bindi face, counting the red dot Jaw twisting like a rain-soaked shoe box asking who's lost Where's everybody? I'm alone counting on my fingertips Ones that's bought, Ones that's sold Girl keep calling now she bangin on my door Wanna answer but this dick is feeling low [Chorus 2] Should I take you home? Hungry for a piece of the pie Fireworks lurk in the strychnine And my mind's still that of a child [Verse 3] Pack my bags after midnight, looking to the moon And the firefly constellation crush late June With a crumpled pack of Camels and a tarnished coke spoon Always thought I had potential more than most do And I thought that I was grown too But what to do about it Hands shaking uncontrollable and nervous sounding Residue under my cuticles hair's falling out Power's been off three months so I do without it Eating plaster chips hoping I might strike gold Bird sh** and pine cone, crack tooth on limestone Sweat stain defines mind, I find time to head home And old souls die hard in that troubled room [Chorus 3] Should I take you home? I'm hungry for the 4th of July When fireworks burst in my minds eye Cause my mind was still that of a child

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