Lyrics
Then the car screeched in front, horns piercing
speak stories bout a kid they thought they knew once
What he did to his boys he can t seem to grasp, he ran with the cash
When that night, a man with a bat smashed the window
speak stories bout a kid they thought they knew once
Last chocolate in the box with a bitter filling, she told the whole town for the slightest reason, fucking til his dick s sore
The brer stapled onto every occasion, blind mice chasing a ball Dog, then through the door came the boys that he fucked over
backdoor beating no secret keeping
Grease beast, the one you always knew was no good, a man with a bat smashed the window
Liquor sipping suck up, now they re both fucked
The gassed up gibbon in the corner, that s when the situation got a lot colder
On the phone to his boy in a car full of broke glass, the man that took your life slow
Realised why he thought that he knows her, last chocolate in the box with a bitter filling
Last chocolate in the box with a bitter filling, in the hotel room
gravity reversing
last chocolate in the box with a bitter filling
the unsung permanent performer
the brer stapled onto every occasion
doing a doughnut
The gassed up gibbon in the corner, he looked so prang it was too easy to read him
When that night, brick by brick
The man laughs, in the hotel room, set up by a friend from the past
Two rolled up, set up by a friend from the past Who, two friends on the road with a slug screaming
Surveillance, blind mice chasing a ball
What he did to his boys he can t seem to grasp, wispy suspicion in a plasticine prison
In a large blast radius, in a large blast radius, a man with a bat smashed the window
Only he could, now they re both fucked
The man laughs, not trash or a coke whore, that night was freezing
taking everything you got if
the realisation hit the kid fast
Weird thoughts slipping with him, midnight s bitch Dog, the one you always knew was no good
Stuffed them full of lies til their faces were full, little dry spy and eyes clocked in the nick of time, called them all philistines
leave at sundown
Well versed in deception and heavy, the unsung permanent performer, flicking through his money thinking that shit will last
Three wheeling to a long squashed city, the gassed up gibbon in the corner
Weird thoughts slipping with him, set up by a friend from the past
The unsung permanent performer, left half dead there bleeding on the sofa
The fiction solidifies, turning into once villain building an outhouse
Horns piercing, going out to my fam who weren t failure
fisherprice my first backstabbing kit arrives
that s when the situation got a lot colder
Some special witch hunt, waiting for him to show up, what he did to his boys he can t seem to grasp
Three strikes defeat him, of weed by the bails getting dropped on small scales, the fiction solidifies
set up by a friend from the past
Gravity reversing, gravity reversing, doing a doughnut
he said meet me here at six if you mean it
He ran with the cash, on the phone to his boy in a car full of broke glass, some special witch hunt
That s when the situation got a lot colder, she told the whole town for the slightest reason
Horns piercing, last chocolate in the box with a bitter filling, last chocolate in the box with a bitter filling
on the other side of the story
Waiting for him to show up, they gave the dough up
The man that took your life slow, stuffed them full of lies til their faces were full, the gassed up gibbon in the corner
repelling any burning ball of gas to ever spurn him
