Petrichor

(альбом: Excerpts Of A Dream I Had - 2022)

You drop, you drop, you drop
(Type shit, type shit)

Type shit
I'm a flight risk
Flip the light switch
Got these bitches working night shifts
Run a tight ship
That's that vice grip
Kneel down for me, you so righteous
Solve your crisis
Shit, I might just
Rather not know what the price is
I just swipe shit
That's some light shit
Gotcho bitch I nice gift
Type shit

Well, it's yet another day to myself
Introvert
When you come in, put your face on my belt
Get to work
I'm the one that you can hate if it helps
It don't hurt
Open casket with a smurk
Catch me napping in the dirt

I'll go out with a bang
Got several widows weeping
My teeth becoming fangs
Paralysis while sleeping
I do not feel no pain
The willow tree is creaking
That smell before it rains

I write you from this devil town
Time is up, my body's just a vessel now
Settle down zealots
Now let's say this shit together now
Heaven is a place in the sticks, I can take you
Cursed at my birth by the God that you pray to

In my bunker prepping for my doomsday
And if that don't kill me
Then I guess inhaling fumes may
Think he Iron Giant
When I step in, make the room shake
In my loving memory
Just let this fucking tune play
Watch as I consume prey
My life is a typo
Gotchu by the ears
You've been duped by the maestro
Cackle like a psycho
This is my Tonight Show
Volunteer my guest, test subject, for the white coats
Glad we got the ice broke

Dimethyltryptamine, getcha face stuck
Hallucinate a being with its face cut
You let out a scream when it wakes up
Then you start to believe what it makes up