King Coma ft. Humeberto.eme Lyrics

Do you have a way out? I've been searching for one forever/

It's a pretty day out? Well shit, I've seen better/

I think it's time to saw some logs/

I think it's time to saw some logs/

Do you have a new head? This one's getting mighty old/

Am I making any sense or just banging at bones?/

I think it's time to saw some logs/

I think it's time to saw some logs/

Who want what with the sickly god?/

Fickle and odd, a little bit of prick when he prods/

Stick em up if you can't get him to flock/

To any wolf in sheep's clothing roaming free in the lot/

Slip back, pack another bowl up/

Click, clack, give me what you owe bruh/

King Cobra in the back of the motorcade/

Bitches Brew, Side Four, Track Two, the holy place/

And yeah I only let certain people in here/

The miscreant in me like "Ain't nobody ever been here"/

Analogue sadness in these digital days/

I dare you to continue to stay away/

Singing hallelujah on my lonesome/

Ten toes to the sky, laying in the doldrums/

Gotta problem I'll solve it, any night stand solvent/

I've been working towards rest, I want all of it/

Screaming from a pulpit/

Yet incommunicado/

I've got a ribbon of lilting z's to follow/

That's why I rock the pallid mask/

Hunting angels since we're born, never made it out of class/

Try to fake it so I'll last, as a testament that/

We all believe that what we're fleeing is the reason we're cracked/

Hot yolk on the sidewalk/

Stretch face, side talk, page took, rhyme bought/

Climate took the painstaking time slot/

He ebbs and he flows when he knows it's a psy-op/

Believes in the peak, and his reach is repugnant/

Breathing in deep and releasing the substance/

Eagerly speaks with his cheek and his tongue bit/

Breaching to sleep where he can dream up something/

There's blood on the floor, blood on the steps/

Blood on my hands, Calliope I'm a mess/

Somebody probably wants me dead/

And every time I hear a siren I think someone's planning ahead/

Oh such hands, to hold and shake/

Ring kisses in the fold, so we know our fate/

Sing sitting on a stone with a subtle grace/

That makes hangmen out of hangers and lace/

And take, take what you will but the will still bends/

The frills and all your friends, and the lamentations/

Take everything I see with my varicose lens/

And pray to Som that I will find 40 winks, even with the bends/

Who the fuck is on the mend?/

Oh bearer of an awful end/

Disappear to the den/

Mariposa's where I lay my head…/

What the fuck is on the mend?/

Oh bearer of an awful end/

Disappear to the den/

Mariposa's where I lay my head…/

The incense outside of my crib smelled unusual/

A beckoning of either, a wedding or a funeral/

I think it's time to saw some logs/

I think it's time to saw some logs/

When Shadow Figures find you, there's no telling what they'll do to you/

Eyes peeled open, like they're bergamot and yuzu/

I think it's time to saw some logs/

I think it's time to saw some logs/

Belly up, levitating, anchors plunged/

Hanging from high, so they know that I'm the favorite one/

This age is done, the plague has won, I'm sane enough/

To brick the fuck out and be aimless dun/

Watch the master unfold/

And disappear into a glaringly elaborate hoax/

I'll take a million z's and fill my cup up with soma/

Sit on my throne as King Coma/