Purebred Lyrics

I'm not the one wanting the vial

Delivered to the door

Labeled and neat, no heat

One hundred percent

Pure

All tics checked

Simple direct

No mystery left

Smoke without scent

I'm not the one taking comfort

In the page turn

Delusion of the vast cast

Backup confirmed

New twist hiss

Cannot miss

Built tolerance

Order up this

'Cause I don't have the breath left to low, to low

And I don't have the patience to show, to show you

What love

What love

What love

What love is

What love is

I'm the one running

From the syringe and the squeeze shoot

No pasture, no balm

Just this teased

Truth

Stuck in the shit

Shoveling

Huffing out mist

Pushing against

'Cause I don't have the breath left to low, to low

And I don't have the patience to show, to show you

What love

What love

What love

What love is

What love is

Unart—Unartificial

Unart—Unartificial

'Cause I don't have the breath left to low (low it)

And I don't have the patience to show (show you)

'Cause I don't have the breath left to low (low it)

And I don't have the patience to show (show you)

I'm standing, I'm standing right

I'm standing, I'm standing right

I'm standing, I'm standing right here

What love

What love

What love

What love is

What love is