SMALTZ Lyrics

Smaltzy contortionist

Organ twist in occupance

Offing different versions of myself

No need to document

Don't speak nervous

I don't eat

I barely take a breath

While the mice digest cheese

House of leaves lost in a circular dungeon

I shan't repeat blaming everything on the was

Wasn't me

Now I grieve for the old teen I saw in my

Photo roll

One iPhone ago I was far less tangible

Bland bowl packing in the tango we Swang slow

Fight your foe then I fuck your misses up in my home

Blow off the meeting shit I might go

I'm the holiest of heathens in the white slopes

I'm tryna be the shepherd bitch believe me Ringo

But imma need a weapon to go venture on my own

Take this don't go alone

Fake blokes look to take your soul

Range Rover on the slopes real cold

Don't look back we on chaos control

Sharp sloppy slut skin fall into my lap

Lovely little lass take a seat up on my ass

Bon appetite a ditzy rabbit kicking feet

I am the king of the serpents so

This pussy royalty

This the type of shit I'd scrawl into my cell

The bars you'd find on body's looking like they've been through hell

I wish I could say I've been ok lately

But that would take a lot of acting Martin Scorsese

I've been dumb lazy writing verses all day see

Keep my conscious in my pocket to prevent me going crazy

I've been just fine fighting on my own

Jasper bout to resign to keep me all alone

Sick of being the art hoe

How much of my soul left

Can I splay cross a track bro

Who know