Lyrics

[Intro] *Tribal chanting* [Verse 1] Honeymoon's over bitch, I'm pretty sure the marriage is Limpin' to the sofa with a drippy nose embarrasin' American, muscle got his hustle from a cottonmouth Tearin' through the muzzle in a subtle hint of common ground Sic balls, Togus, got them loonies in an empty room Ready for my close-up or get blown up in a Denny's booth Anywho, made you, AC on the lowest line CB on, the people bend so he can plan his own demise Go inside, lights on, kid you know it's curfew Little wings are clipped and closed and pigeonholed in perfume Wishin' won't get bridges to be repaired in their present state And matches won't turn wipers into water for your resume Dedicate this to you as the one I want to love to death The oven that will summon him to wonder if there's supper left Cupboard theft, mother's up, yellow on a panel stripe Vodka as a condiment to complement the camera lights Ask me for no favors 'cause the party has a dollar jobs Necklaces and medals that will soon resemble collar bombs Oscar night, snubnosed, special on a Regents test When he learned to drive the van and tried his hand at BMX When he showed up bloody to the umpteenth to his mama's house When he copped a loveseat in a clock that you could rock around Lava made up all his floors and all his doors were time machines That got him through the screaming match he featured in his diary Siamese standpipes, baggage under both his eyes Manuals on how to coax a damsel out of overrise Soak an 86-pack, Corvette summer and Jasmine that he orphaned in the portions for the Tupperware Cut and squeeze, crackle pop, cancel rock, mill a dram Buddy system, one for all, Wonderwall 'til it crack 'Sup with y'all, wizard hands, I'd love to hear a thing or three On how to navigate the storm without ignoring liberty Bittersweet symphony, take a seat Juliard Gum under the first chair 'cause you weren't there when the movie starts Who are we, what am I, victor with some liver so This is for the driven and the scissors of a different cloth [Outro] Y'all only let us get seconds in six Y'all only rep until the end of your shit Y'all only stepping if it's better for biz And only checking if your message is missed Y'all only coming to the party with gauze And only hungry when your market is off Y'all only rugged with a carpeting stars And don't be bugging when we barring for ours