Sweethearts - Drugs Talk lyrics

Drugs Talk [Verse 1: Sweetheartz] Hey It's June in heaven and the days are hot And not numbered, and there's no Summer And I've got to know Will you sneak me through the gate a can of some Montana snow? Where'd the Mr. Number One go? Maybe we get a bobsled Slide back down to earth or as far as the fall led I hope you are not concerned though Mind your step cus you will get burned, yo And you wanna listen when I explain I speak from the beak of the bird not of a brain I will go off on you like it's my nickname Would not get too warm to this frame Unless you plan on surveying pain k**ers Like they're chocolates, and staying when we lock lips I cook you dinner full of chopped tits Serve it on a magazine with a splinter You might eat it up, but I'm still thinner That makes me the winner. You are a beginner Being gunned against the floor Shown the door before you enter Chorus **I can let you in on my secrets but you try and stay **Flashing bright tail feathers and run away **You see I'm too much too soon for you to walk **But hey, It's just how I let you know this is why my d** talk My lap dance is like sand paper: Buff you to a nub, zig-zag your thighs with a razor Get me in trouble with my menace medicine emceeing. Before I let you intervene I'll get you in the gut with the p**no shots you would rather not be in Do you observe my astral projection when you're peeing? Do I haunt you with my image in the sky when you're skiing? When you look up I'm there, can't shake it from Where you go, I will come piss you off and your mom I'll make you watch when you crouch You crotch cowards are such touchy-dealy dick scouts Finding merrits. You see, you're parrots Aparently, unsuited to parent, and probably Completely incompetant in Compton Colorado, Texas, New York. Whatever you're comping Compliments in your crap calculator To spit at free styles later Take it from me, I can't stand a hater You a player, I'm a cunning linguist, and I won't take it. No I won't care You got a ticket to somewhere, but I won't be there Would suggest you brace your face before I rub my spit in your hair There's no A. There no way. You got a bad report card I'm making my own business, buddy, back off or I'll break off your hard Chorus **I can let you in on my secrets but you try and stay **Flashing bright tail feathers and run away **You see I'm too much too soon for you to walk **But hey, It's just how I let you know this is why my d** talk Wrap you up and down like a yo-yo It's BS for you to take up a go go Have a lot but you can not buy me squat You think you are hot, got caught, got shot You ain't alright, you'll rot. Risking frisking Take up a new house listing It's me, I'm insisting Hope that you're still listening That's your disguise Think I haven't got eyes? You and your jenky-a** wives Lives like lies, fast like flies Chorus **I can let you in on my secrets but you try and stay **Flashing bright tail feathers and run away **You see I'm too much too soon for you to walk **But hey, It's just how I let you know this is why my d** talk