[Intro] Let your conscience be your guide my friend Start the wheels off right and try again [Verse] This was construed using no mellow blues music This is only smash hits that I'm brewing, you'd think I'm from Milwaukee The way I whiz on the competitions Skip all the locals who're trying to cop the Compton vision I'm prompt to the shows But late to the dates I just think my comforter is a better place She hates that I'm terse I want the condom mints on my wurst You want the dick? Or do you need a frappe first? Oh I know that I'm the worst When I look in the mirror, there's a formation of a hearse And that hurts That's why no second is a waste verse It's easy to be a wino and use copy and paste And purse pigs with the pursed mouth and big snouts Post disperses the new sh**, that people are gonna talk about When we esteemed tangible dreams, with lean and plenty steam The dope fiends and me will be sculpt the world to what we wanna see Whether that's fields of marijuana on the autumn eve
Or me and [CENSORED] holding hands by the leaves Why the sun tumbles down the hill, I'd fumble my fingers down her jeans To find a deeper means But everything is not always in the seems of the denim Since when did things get so dampened between you and me? I tried to search for the words that would make you my B Instead it was added to the itch I can't scratch Now spell that for me I been practicing tapestry with the drapes closed, like my mindedness, I miss your carpet That sh** ain't disclosed I mean look at the cover with the colors Embroidered with all the choices that are appointed to each emotion while recording Cause in my chest you were a fortune like a treasure chest imported from the Caribbean It's not too in Depp like I'm booty stepping The lines narrow like Cupid's arrow I would deplete from the pain if that f**er had better aim I would deplete from the pain if that f**er had better aim [Outro] Hey Mato Guys, be quiet. Anyways, Hey Mato