Music: Christopher Libby/Spencer Hawk
Nunc me rogitas nunc consulis tempus abit I am satist
Curse upon my town, 'cause they never wanted me to do shit
I might need some grapes in the club, took the L, I still win
Trickster in the night, darkness host, I feel like Rumpelstiltskin
Let me say it here, since I can, TERFs should die, don't tweet me
Used to wanna be rich as ****, but then I'd have to eat me
That would just taste bad, I've got 13 days of app shit in me
When you buy my shit on Bandcamp, my life expectancy go up
But I could not care less
Canvas goin' up
Gotta pub, but I'm still so careless
*Bark*
Yah-ah-ah!
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Moneymoneymoneymoneymoneymoneymo-ney
Uhhhhhhhh uhhhhhhhhhhhh uhhhhhhhhhhh uhhhhhh
I wanna get whack, take a load and break the bed frame
You can grab it from the back, just try not to moan my deadname
Feed my habits, lost the pack
But that's everywhere like bread flakes
And I need them, I might quack
Watch me beg like it's the pedway headway
Still
For the only one I want
For the only one I need
It takes so much
I know you say you're down but are you really?
Can you see what I see?
Do you know that I cannot read your mind?
And you cannot read my dreams?
I wish you could read into me like instructions that come with iPhone
I don't wanna be capable of scaring you away
No, no, no, I don't wanna but I might though
Losing myself every day, and you see it
Less often I do something right though
I don't wanna scare you, but I can and I will and I ****ing hate it
Losing my mind every day, and you see it
Can you pretend you do not see it, 'cause it sounds like-