Suckle on the nib of my ink pen, and drink down my thoughts as they were when I wrote them
Nibble on the words on the tip of my tongue, notes dribble down your mouth when this song is sung
Ooh girl what's up, I'm tryin to holla at ya, kick it, grab some vodka after
Swipin' left and swipin' right and up and down, I've seen it all and had to have ya
I holla'd on the gram, the snap, facebook, pinterest, what's after twitter?
No matter how much mail I send to you, you insist I don't deliver
Don't even try to front with some fixed gear bike
'Cause you ain't ready to get heady with questions like
Is it bad luck to have got struck by a truck or good luck to have survived?
Is destiny where we're meant to be or where we've just arrived?
Is it bad luck to have got struck by a truck or good luck to have survived?
Is destiny where we're meant to be or where we've just arrived?
You curved me hard when I tried to flirt, fallen and cant get up, need life alert
Two first responders 'cause the thirds preposterous, you remind me of my jeep or my first Impala
I just wanna ride beside ya, but you don't even bother to return my calls
Thought I was born yesterday and learned to crawl but I got no concerns at all
Guzzle down the puzzles that we solved when we said that these words aint got no meaning
And it's all in your head
Keep your eyes open as you try not to blink, you know the pen is kinda sticky icky drips with ink