Byronic Video (MV)

All you f*ck boys are Cambellian
F*ckin' a mono-myth or celibate
Drowning in a vat of your own medicine
And begging for the relevance
Don't you know that shit is relative?
Pretending that your pretty when it f*cking ain't selfie evident
When you're sublime
You can cut, you can bend, you can blur lines
Oh, you'll find
You can paint on weaker men's minds
I'm in a great glass elevator watching these f*ckers as they stair climb
Catch me trotting on some sunshine while they're stepping right on a land mine
Many older moguls talking pederasty to me
A prodigy
Oral passing of the knowledge ain't a swap to me
Who's verbally symphonic
I'm that loud loquacious tonic
You been sipping right out a faucet
Drinking enough to make you vomit
Getting flattery from a menagerie
They're gonna hang me on the line at your gallery
Where I burn the Igdrasil by the calorie
Until I'm feeling that immortality
Go

Masturbating and masticating
Tactician execute a telephonic invasion
I made a new Adam queer-eyed every Evening
I'm straight theivin
Jacking with your Jill
Then I'm leaving
Dirty SMS
She getting some pleasure off a text
It's like it's a safely regulated arms show
When I flex
With an embarrassment of riches
Of the Mr and Mrs
They christen me the cheater of the either
Crossing my fingers that your fevers up
Songs about significant others
Leave an Echo in your still warm covers
Just a young Narcissus
That's now for leaving em' blushing and gushing
Then I crush em' cuz I'm always rushing after I'm busting
Ain't your average good for nothing
Kiss the ring of the adonis
So large and in charge
With the bars that I spit
In a yard made of bones
That'll be where I build my home
In the valley of death where you should not roam
Ever caped crusader playing hero for the paper
Steal your show and lover what a caper
Still save the day, it's ironic
Bad look good
Buddy boy Byronic

Now my bedroom's looking like a delicatessen
I'm wrapping the meat up with the clothes that I slept in
I'm made of messes
With my teeth all stained from beverage
The sweet tea sipping all-nighters
Crushing your embers with a lighter
Knuckle biter should have never trust a writer
Liar, liar looking tired
Where's your fire?
Necessities of desire
Yo, this clearly ain't your bailiwick
Trying to get the last word in and I'm not having it
For goodness sake man, I mean you're hardly even passionate
Back on my yung Charon shit
Couple lost souls, and they swimming in a ball pit
Oh, they want to have a good time?
Crack me open like goshapon
Tummy full of toys and maybe
F*ck it
I can sell you one

Sword in my side and the fire drips out
Sword in my side and the fire drips out
I got a sword in my side and the fire drips out
I burn a bridge, burn a state, burn a city, burn a town
Down
Sword in my side and the fire drips out
Sword in my side and the fire drips out
I got your sword in my side and the fire drips out
I burn your bridge, burn your state, burn your city, burn your town
Down