Weak Knights Lyrics

Piano motifs, my faux gold teeth

Stroke my goatee like I own a polo team, I gotta

Go, get going, I'm ghost

But if I can be there in spirit then I'm still at my post

For the painkillers, paint thinner

Dinner, on my, suede, slippers

Sinners, come in spades, but I came by the digger

Hated in the woods but I'm famous by the river

Shimmer, shimmer, action figure of speech

Nocking arrows from the quiver, rep the gallows to the mirror

Mirror on my dirty wall, please tell me that I'm a freak

All this pillow talk is irritating

I'm impatient but debilitated

These little pills put me in a stasis

And I don't think I'll make it

No nails on my fingers lately

But I'll scrape the barrel til I'm seeing changes, like

Do you love me, do you hate me

Would you kill me, would you save me

Do you love me or do you hate me

Would you kill me, would you save me

Do you love, or do you hate

Would you kill or would you save

Kipping with the kippers, sipping sin and saltwater

No quarter, simple sickle cell, simply sitting well

Kicking Mississippi's swell, city living stiff and stale

Lips chapped from playing kiss and tell in a living hell

Lifestyles of the dead and nameless

Bright smiles and a little patience

Playing golf, like tigers in the woods

Mild highs, not a buzz, or a sound to be said

He was, found next to the fountain ahead

He took some clout to the head

Tired from the act of being polite

Chasing dragons, I can catch about three at a time

Cut your peaches, know your weakness too deep to define

Digging for a truth you're not eager to find

So safe, I put these thieves in a blind

Keeping the thunder, stealing the light

'Cause now the town's dead

Gotta paint the clouds red

I'm what you ain't around, friend

I'm what you ain't around

Do you love or do you hate me

Would you kill me, would you save me

Do you love, or do you hate

Would you kill or would you save

Weak knights, trying to get by on a weeknight

What'll we find

On the cheap wine, finna feel fine

Thunder thieves trying to steal my light, like oh no

Life lived in slo-mo

Walls without photo

Cool as a polo; I got a hole in me

Weak knights, trying to get by on a weeknight

What'll we find

On the cheap wine, finna feel fine

Thunder thieves trying to steal my light, like oh no