MATO - Read at 12:22 AM lyrics

[Intro] She said she need the promo I say I want slow mo [Verse] It's hardly a comparative to you This song succumbed to what is none that holds truth (You know why?) Because there's no image of wondrous face When I hear this track, I'm wondering in past steps on the track To see your dimples, when times were simple We shared youth back when times tables were simple Numerals multiplied, so has the hair on my chin Puffs of stem riddled the snares in the rem Then your aroma woke me up I swear you had smelling salts A few rhymes later, now all I'm smelling is the salt All I'm dwelling is the fault Fiddling with my fingers wishing that you didn't fall between them Feening for a different meaning Or a support, or some sort of opinion That I can distort into four quarters for a bleak million But baby, you're worth the ceiling, it's sort of Sistine I guess I'm supposed feel these feelings when I'm sixteen It's a lie if I deny missing your lips on mine I'd pop mints so my condition was pristine Stocking cum stoppers in my wallet next to your pic taken by your Paps Now you claim you were taken by your Paps It was interracial, and the inter-race pacing in the place where veins are traced is tarnished, and it needs tape Or a taste of you Or a tasteful view But this song should be a good clue