The neon screams in your hotels I tend to pay for
Line up the glass, that ass, and carry me away for
Another day
Cuz I
Am always falling for my own vices
Stoli and a Rolly own me
F*ck your advices
Spend the rent money on the whole f*ckin' nightshift
Can I
Meet up girl It's only 2 AM
But we gotta finish before the sun kicks in
Lost boys at stake
Burn down
Blood thin
The Phantom screams
Can't see
So Jesus take the wheel
Numb to this
We'll pop the birds
And they will make you feel
You, you, you, you, you
Fly over you
And I am watching you take over the dash and my body
Gliding around like an
Apparition party
Scissor locked in your dreams
Drown in the Bacardi
I need more of you
Swipe the ATM more money
While spillin' shit on my flus
F*ck that keep it coming
F*ck that keep you coming
F*ck that - already morning
And now I got a saint on my belt
If the money is the root of all evil
Go to hell
See you there
Gimme chair
Constantine
I'd kill to see you melt
But these pills and the Jill
Love to see me melt
Prada fought a war for my soul
It came through
Now behind the wood grain
I see dead you
We share a sixth sense
Cuz I am you
Do it all for the kick
And now I'm dead too
I did it because
I had nothing else but you and this buzz
Kept us alive, zombified, and in love
Higher until I can't see
All the phantoms and ghosts that haunt me
Till I let this possession take hold
The drugs, no, they won't let me fold (they won't let me go)
I love you
I wish that you'd know (I wish I had told)
Now your death takes ahold of me