Never really calm in a warm car
Filthy in a country with a broke arm
Crow with a limp never flies right
Swagger in his stride but its not d**h
Meeting all the face from the waist down
I don't have a taste for the hawk down
I can barely dance on my own plot
I am never here and I'm France-bound
fu*k what the ma** ever wanted
I ain't never f**ed with an asterisk
I could be cool with some matches
I would be proud with the ashes
fu*k with the ma** ever wanted
You could have everything borrowed
Choke on a d**h worn shrapnel
f** what the ma** ever wanted
Dying to fly I flew away
The sun is half its rot
And fills this room with half its muscled heart
The tape machine is monochromed and quiet gray to fill the part
Tomorrow I'll be half the man I'm sposed to be and rape the stairs
Four floors then dirty core I'm not a who*e I flap the horror huh?
The flakes debate the fate of raping flannel dusty flaccid gra** the rebel bless
Th devil crops, the GMO that's splashed upon
The ma**ive f**ed up ma**ive Earth
Dying to fly I flew away