Hologram - Still Red lyrics

k** the dicks who use coronas to get closer to Sharonas Tell 'em time for me to Cronus; "Sorry, thoughts with my cojones." - 'cause as of right now, her eye ain't even notice But I prolly get her flower when I'm flyin' with the lotus - Elise'll say at least it's A that's pryin' it as open As the hatches droppin' bombs over guys in Geonosis Sci-fi-er than a clone is... silly I'll cone 'em For the girls missmelling real feelin's by they noses While I use a dozen thorns to paint my arm like the roses That she doesn't choose to sniff... And a fishy type of chum is not what I'm imposin' Fut bucket and bait weighted lines they exposin' Just so you can wait in line with his 'ginas for the closure - Now you're cryin' on some other girl who's cryin's shoulder; And the fact you got with him is what I can't acquire over So... These are for you, they're still red but lost their odor [Hook: Slum Village] Don't sell... yourself... to fall in love With the things they do...