In your cave stuffing it down
There's no type
There's no type
Hell is loosening your grip on cool
Your grip on fire and loss of attention
They're your fools
They're your fools
Serving you hoping you lift your sanctions
Whilst to no avail you consume our affection
I've felt better when I'm not being f*cked with
I tell you work called but you suspect
And I feel... nah, to hell with that scene
Its the best that I got to get your attention
Pay me mind
Pay me mind
Send me bare skin without emotional baggage
Soft as f*ck but you're still toe taggin
Head first in
Head first in
To a shark tank built for your medicine
Swearing its your self esteem
It's your complex but It's not complex
Collecting pals thru your f*ck-tomb
Fix your lips for pics fake more than friends
Well Im'a bounce if I cant eat your guts f*ck
Way too close
Way too fast