happy song

Okay, I got a

Backdoor to the front porch, keep her eyes closed so I open yours

Mind not telling how, commit what I afford, Keep hiding my shame to lengthen my cord

I must've been far, my arms are like Jell-O, You kept me on guard, my neighbor like "hello"

I hide from the cops, my heart tells like A. Poe, I plead with the snake without eating the apple

Got a bad attitude, playin' 'til I'm out of moves

Catch the people moving and I grab em all, low hanging fruit

Juice 'em till they cease to move

Or turn 'em upside down and skin 'em

Poke 'em till they bleed out, Let 'em scream out for the life they lose

Maybe I'm sadistic, but fuck, they never listen