[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} *Phone Ringing* Hello, Please leave a message [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