I left myself at the kitchen table
Tore myself in two
Hoping that you'd
Salivate at the sight
But I was there in the morning
But I was there in the morning
You didn't bite
People tryna peep up onto my index
Leech I said you got no place in my apartment
Potent modem boy, no need for classic rock
I'll slap you in the face with this baroque cock
Chronicles of a paranoid boy, it meant us
Clenched up at the thought of it being mentioned
You wanna cry about the quality of my whines
Shut the f*ck up, pay for my studio time
Goddamn, bite me