Push Push - Cave Swoon lyrics

[Push Push] Thunderwolf like when your heart drops Rattles in your chest like space rocks Babbles back to you like ba*tard rap Bach Metastasizing rap through every blood clot Never backing down until your heart stops Top notch, a snap crackle and pop kind of detox Future's odd, I'm working in Sweatshirt's sweatshop Paid in full in favours paid in drinks on rooftops Feel it in your veins like your blood's swapped Votes are in, you lost the landslide by ten spots You're up there playing DJ on your laptop Looking like a teenage hearthrob Lights behind you framing you like some sort of demi-god Lucky for me I'm on a boyscout boycott Left you a mixtape in your postbox Made of songs that sound like when your love's lost [Push Push Chorus] I made you a mixtape, it's songs that sound how I imagine you taste It's songs that sound like how you taste of toothpaste] And cigarettes and sundays And songs by frank ocean that make me feel teenage I made you a mixtape It's songs that sound how I imagine you taste It's songs with a hidden of replays Embara**ing ones, like Drizzy and T-Pain And all those other f**in' rap cliches [Comfy Hammocks] I like my women like my liquor store Open and unconditional The one I gotta give up the other's non-negotiable Emotional mishaps misfiring the dispatch Mismatched and unlatched and sh** All I could taste was saccharine and plastic 4am phone screams bug full trash talk Energetic imagination paper plane plain as paper Woolworthlessness lizard king shuffle Duffel bag filled with moral gymnastics Saccharine, f**in' saccharine and plastic Eratic banned together like elastic on a metal guitar sh**, you string me along like the back of our wedding car Tied rock on a tight rope A tiger suited Jake mask The biker's swoop and shape cast Is the shadow of his former ambition and scope Pucker up and pick up the rope Try cope like the graf king Stop acting Like my salvation lies in the hands of the women I keep attracting It's impacting on my speak like my wisdom teeth I keep trashing all the tripe but the bins still leak Self-served therapy You pay for the lifetime membership the buffet comes for free Unless you're dead or you're me see [Push Push Chorus] I made you a mixtape, it's songs that sound how I imagine you taste It's songs that sound like how you taste of toothpaste] And cigarettes and sundays And songs by frank ocean that make me feel teenage I made you a mixtape It's songs that sound how I imagine you taste It's songs with a hidden of replays Embara**ing ones, like Drizzy and T-Pain And all those other f**in' rap cliches