Bouquet Lyrics

I'll be your formidable foe

Get up, to get 'em, I go

Out of the cloak, into the smoke

Won't laugh or grin at your jokes

Pick at my prose, ghost or an ogre

Roaming the chosen abode with a chip on my shoulder

The distance between, my different personas

Still phoning it in 'cause they're bored, like

I got the sword, I need a slice

Call me your lord, that'd be nice

Pocket reward, product applaud

Cock of the walk only stop for the vice

Bottomless pit that I lost to my eyes

Wondering, wondering when I might die

I'ma depart from a chemical high

But just 'cause I hate you, I'll wave you goodbye

Ooh, bring the bouquet I'm available

Look at the state of you

Phoebe Buffay said you making moves

But look at the state of you

None of these colourful fables

I shook and I shake 'em, ducking the pavement

Fucking around I forgot what my name was

Fucking around I forgot what my name was

Bring the bouquet I'm available

Look at the state of you

None of these duds that I cater to

'Cause look at the state of you

None of these colourful fables

I shook and I shake 'em, ducking the pavement

Fucking around I forgot what my name was

Fucking around I forgot what my name was

Kick the dust like based bison

Paid the price and piper played the pipes

Don't make a wife out the first bitch swayed to stay the night

Take my life, take my life

In basements, bathe in angel brine

Known vacance, nationwide

Take your time, they'll never find us

Killers on minimum wage

Within the wind and away

Winning a minute of fame

That's all that I did with my day

Where there's a will there's a wake

For the sake of it, how many pills can I take

And awaken, shaking and still in a cape

That I'd taken from one of my villainous mates

Oh my golden gauntlets, they're the same pair that I fought with

Lord of leisure, thwarting porcelain, subordinates and grievances

Before we beat around the bush, I'll be as deadly as the mileage

Heavy like Billie Eilish - eyelids

Ooh, bring the bouquet I'm available

Look at the state of you

Phoebe Buffay said you making moves

But look at the state of you

None of these colourful fables

I shook and I shake 'em, ducking the pavement,

Fucking around I forgot what my name was

Bring the bouquet I'm available

Look at the state of you

None of these duds that I cater to

'Cause look at the state of you

None of these colourful fables

I shook and I shake 'em, ducking the pavement

Fucking around I forgot what my name was

Fucking around I forgot what my name was