Made a mess of making amends
The ichor thick no wonder I feel paid to the rents
Ayy Ayy
Someday my descendants gon outnumber my friends ayy
Made a mess of making amends
The ichor thick no wonder I feel paid to the rents
Ayy Ayy
Someday my descendants gon outnumber my friends ayy
I die for em but the ichor more viscous
Than the crystal clear liquid, miss em homesickness
Time zone traveller, the lines with no mixer
I risk it on my Icarus, the globe is my mistress
F*ck it, you missed the point like a broken typewriter
Out the pan, I been stoking up a raging hot bonfire
Toke and blazed a face as if I'm done crying
I done defy her, douse the pyre, but I'm higher than a tie fighter
I don't care mom if you right or wrong, you can judge it like an umpire
They off the ball I hit for six I'm off they missed it, yeah
The beat sweet I pick and mixed it, spin it no discus
Don't f*ck with the inter-person distance, fix it
So we can kick it like a special team the lyrics still my specialty
12 steps f*ck the recipe, to the death of us ingest a mess of ethanol
And kerosene and ecstasy. Yeah the wealth leave em festering, hey
That's the western way. Don't care, holds fair tho if there's cess to blaze.
Opiates for days, hope to cope with cobras till they go away.
Trap em in the garden shears, lawnmower, hold up, so moreover I was born older.
Born soldier, pardon tears and let my thoughts smoulder.
Pour soda, warm cola and its amethyst, ain't had enough of having shit
Colder in the past where all my passion is, bastard, laughing
At you masked up asses holding hands and shaking fists
Betty Crocker got the cake now, making it
Heavy boxes split the weight now, aching bitch
If he squeal I strip the pig into bacon bits
The kid low interest there's no saving him
Made a mess of making amends
The ichor thick no wonder I feel paid to the rents
Ayy Ayy
Someday my descendants gon outnumber my friends ayy
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Made a mess of making amends
The ichor thick no wonder I feel paid to the rents
Ayy Ayy
Someday my descendants gon outnumber my friends ayy
Made a mess of making amends
The ichor thick no wonder I feel paid to the rents
Ayy Ayy
Someday my descendants gon outnumber my friends ayy
I die for em but the ichor more viscous
Than the crystal clear liquid, miss em homesickness
Time zone traveller, the lines with no mixer
I risk it on my Icarus, the globe is my mistress
F*ck it, you missed the point like a broken typewriter
Out the pan, I been stoking up a raging hot bonfire
Toke and blazed a face as if I'm done crying
I done defy her, douse the pyre, but I'm higher than a tie fighter
I don't care mom if you right or wrong, you can judge it like an umpire
They off the ball I hit for six I'm off they missed it, yeah
The beat sweet I pick and mixed it, spin it no discus
Don't f*ck with the inter-person distance, fix it
So we can kick it like a special team the lyrics still my specialty
12 steps f*ck the recipe, to the death of us ingest a mess of ethanol
And kerosene and ecstasy. Yeah the wealth leave em festering, hey
That's the western way. Don't care, holds fair tho if there's cess to blaze.
Opiates for days, hope to cope with cobras till they go away.
Trap em in the garden shears, lawnmower, hold up, so moreover I was born older.
Born soldier, pardon tears and let my thoughts smoulder.
Pour soda, warm cola and its amethyst, ain't had enough of having shit
Colder in the past where all my passion is, bastard, laughing
At you masked up asses holding hands and shaking fists
Betty Crocker got the cake now, making it
Heavy boxes split the weight now, aching bitch
If he squeal I strip the pig into bacon bits
The kid low interest there's no saving him
Made a mess of making amends
The ichor thick no wonder I feel paid to the rents
Ayy Ayy
Someday my descendants gon outnumber my friends ayy
The ichor thick no wonder I feel paid to the rents
Ayy Ayy
Someday my descendants gon outnumber my friends ayy
Made a mess of making amends
The ichor thick no wonder I feel paid to the rents
Ayy Ayy
Someday my descendants gon outnumber my friends ayy
I die for em but the ichor more viscous
Than the crystal clear liquid, miss em homesickness
Time zone traveller, the lines with no mixer
I risk it on my Icarus, the globe is my mistress
F*ck it, you missed the point like a broken typewriter
Out the pan, I been stoking up a raging hot bonfire
Toke and blazed a face as if I'm done crying
I done defy her, douse the pyre, but I'm higher than a tie fighter
I don't care mom if you right or wrong, you can judge it like an umpire
They off the ball I hit for six I'm off they missed it, yeah
The beat sweet I pick and mixed it, spin it no discus
Don't f*ck with the inter-person distance, fix it
So we can kick it like a special team the lyrics still my specialty
12 steps f*ck the recipe, to the death of us ingest a mess of ethanol
And kerosene and ecstasy. Yeah the wealth leave em festering, hey
That's the western way. Don't care, holds fair tho if there's cess to blaze.
Opiates for days, hope to cope with cobras till they go away.
Trap em in the garden shears, lawnmower, hold up, so moreover I was born older.
Born soldier, pardon tears and let my thoughts smoulder.
Pour soda, warm cola and its amethyst, ain't had enough of having shit
Colder in the past where all my passion is, bastard, laughing
At you masked up asses holding hands and shaking fists
Betty Crocker got the cake now, making it
Heavy boxes split the weight now, aching bitch
If he squeal I strip the pig into bacon bits
The kid low interest there's no saving him
Made a mess of making amends
The ichor thick no wonder I feel paid to the rents
Ayy Ayy
Someday my descendants gon outnumber my friends ayy
Writer: Joshua Masson
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