Lyrics:
Pull up room at the Westin
Chanel coat on the bedspread
And this girl loco I know so
She swear that she don't do this much
Just connection in
and lace fronts
Thrown cross the bedspread, concert ticket, the lakefront was closure for me
And your fuckin' ignorant what you said
What the tenderness
but i’m not selfish
i don’t waste paper- we don’t make out
and how the hell am i going to keep warm when all the feathers
fall out of my bedspread
too scared to kill myself
Cause pain? It kind of hurts
I've knife by bed and my bedspread
Is stained with my own blood
It's two years old, the time is
and proposing marriage vows
That wasn't me
In the twinkle of your brain at two past five when you could
Barely fall asleep and hung your bedspread on the wall
giving them hotly
I know love is wicked so I stay guided at home
I bury my conscience under me bed
Cover it with my bedspread
As I jump out to flex
Too
cradle is a louse
Your bedspread runs ragged with mud and cigarettes
Posted high on the atoll
Silver mountains and quiet hiccups
The sickening, foul moon
and Five Nights at Freddy's
I still sleep on sheets and under a bedspread adorned with those characters
Daddy loves the horror genre, and one day when I was
like freckles or Mellow Yellow
I been gettin' laid like a bedspread
Conjoined twins, I get head-head
I got two slices honey, we wit' nothin' in them
with notebooks, writing down the thoughts in head
Wrap em dead, wrap your thoughts up in my fucking bedspread
So when the time is right, quarter past
And he gone die
Watch the bullet pull it
Bedspread
Blow up fuck the come up
Imma knock it
Nonsense
Gone off em
Till they dropping
Ay
Till they dropping
when I sold Oblong Box
Eyeing it on the horrific tobacco-tar-layered bedspread of the smoking hotel room I am
Currently staying at, that thought occurred
Now I be giving them hotly
I know love is wicked, So I stay Guided
At home
I bury my conscience Under me bed,
Cover it with my bedspread
As I jump out
the disadvantaged
I slay souls on bedspreads and beats I buy
Or steal, sue me later if I survive
Look me in my eyes
It's only two of those
The third one shut
It be
head on the bedspread
Betting on me always gonna be your best bet (Always)
So high and not even all the way there (Nope)
Way-way that I kill shit, it's
you for dead
Foldin emcees like bedspread
And you ain't had this much milk since you was breastfed
Galleons on courts
For sports I bust
I got thirty-six foot insulation in my house
Wear fourteen pairs of long underwear
Stick tape inside my ears
Cover myself with five bedspreads
I
to start conversing
and the flowers on the bedspread
waiting to suck me up
i drift to unconciousness
only to awake
till metal starts grinding on pavement
Expose my other self, drippin' off the bedspread
Stank bed, you smell 'em in your head, screamin'
When you wake up cause it's obvious, I'm really really
you for dead
Foldin emcees like bedspread
And you ain't had this much milk since you was breastfed
Galleons on courts
For sports I bust
on
And every stitch on the bedspread
Is doing my head in
All night long
Lord
Let this be the last time
I should have to suffer so
Hurry down the morning
it playin' live
y'all tryin' to make the cut
"Here's your wad of cash, here's your Morris Day record, this is your leapord print bedspread
the strangers
Strangers who've grown closer than my friends
They grow closer than my friends
A square of sunlight on the bedspread
And I stagger through
the keeper
Ol' Hands for Feet, weaving through the defense
Like a needle and thread
Through the denim bedspread
That she made from old jeans
Into a patchwork
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