Dracarys & Fiji

Blood on the leaves looking like Christmas Eve

Winter fantasies entangled in my satin seams

Staccato flings, rotten teams, and sudden defeat

And all the water bending flows from Poseidon leave the scene wet

I remember sitting on the swing set

Ignoring before, but now you see? Bet

Don't hit me up to get your "we" check

Play me at the party waving neon wands like Obi-Wan

I missed all of my shots with a Golden Gun

But I'll keep banging that drum like ru-bu-bu-bum-bum (Ru-bu-bu-bum-bum)

'Till the battle won ('Till the battle won)

If I put fire in my lungs, I'll turn them into water pumps