synecdoche Lyrics

I walk alone under bright lights

Friday night lights

Friday night tights, huggin on her thighs

Pleasure to my eyes

Teeth wide like a molly high

Half a dime what i bag tonight

And the weed was fine too

And the weed was fine too

She was 5'2

I was high too

Who would i lie to?

Who can i cry to?

Tesla gimme demon eyes

Know it's demon time when i find you

Bit unorthodox, but i feel saved when I'm round you

Life of a high roller

Pushin packs just to push a nicer stroller

Hope they love me when they older

I hope their memories don't latch to odor

Summer nights mean something when they wintered over

When it's over, what's the motive?

This girl i'm fuckin

Ridin me like she got a quota

Met her when i was a young promoter

In the city, she from oklahoma

We gettin closer, she the only body that can take my motion

That was til i took her friend to MOMA

It wasn't truly over til i told her that i fucked her sober

Quiet solace

Quiet solace

Burn marks on her skin

Her daddy said she was too grown

Her momma said she she too young

Either side made her wanna run

So she did

College girl, 'came a monolith

Honor rolls, scholarships

Scatpacks, platinum whips

Hood nigga, suburban bitch

Got a couple kids but she don't mind

All things gonna fall in line

Cause we in love tonight

Baby

Can you please stay

I don't know what I'm doing