Trichotillomanie Video (MV)

I met a filly with thrillings from across the wide wasteland
Who's never been to Philly but hastily withstands
That a ginny's not winning but current to hustle & bustle the God's current message, & just so
We all recognize desires of ravenous fires advancing to ravishing Firestone tires
I don't ride Michelin, but if you inquire, but to conspire a star one day, that would be the inspire

So now when the time came to focus on me, I focused on her, my focus on getting her free
Helping her see, to bridging on me, to setting the showcase, the prerequisite to setting me free

But prior to that, set fire to facts
Still grasping the trait that lack the know how to properly act, oh crap
Before long up next in attack, slap me off track, the summon that continuously knocks me back

She proceeded the slick to pull her knicks down
So I herded my piece thick quick to sac town
Too in the moment, drove it up too far to back down, see
Ended up pressing up all the way up to B.C
But the b said she said she on the b.c. med
So I let the dynamite blow in the mine, let
Loose grip on the deck, you bet it's still wet
But I need thirty like a monthly rent check

And this is my Coney Island contract
Sacrifice my heart until it stops making comebacks
Was it the love or infatuating the sane
Can you explain, why you gave me trichotillomanie

Just listen to this, Heaven forbid, if hell does exist
Remains my reason for protecting the wrist
In this mishmosh, it's hard to imagine a time
Where suicide had seemed as fine as it does now, & the feeling climbs
I'm just a baby, thought that you knew that
I'm going hazy, you ghosted me asap, how could you do that
Commission wasn't finished, we can't expect us to paint this in a minute
Magnum opus was the prize & we were in it to win it
Try to love your lover's ass like a toilet seat
For all the good, the bad & all the shit in between
Once upon a time long before I would mourn her
I made sure that nobody puts baby in a corner
My sweetheart Robin, the humor can hardly sustain me
Bourdain see I feel you, even the food don't constrain me

But prior to that, set fire to facts
Still grasping the trait that lack the know how to properly act, oh crap

And this is my Coney Island contract
Sacrifice my heart until it stops making comebacks
Was it just love or infatuating the sane
Can you explain, why you gave me trichotillomanie, trichotillomanie