Thanksgiving

(альбом: Saint Molly - 2017)

It's alright in the sunlight
All night in the moonlight
Put my money in the carton
Curl up on the carpet
Put dinner on the table
Call me when you're able
It's alright, it's all right

I'm on my scale again
Sketching off a track that night on the highway [?]
Got a dashboard hula
Phone ain't shit but a clock
Flossing like I'm Britney Spears on crossroads
I'm a cowboy crip
My mom yelled at me for watching crip walk tutorials
Shout out to my crocs
I'm in the kitchen comfortable in this club with it
It's daytime in the night club
We dying on vacation
I put my lipstick on through my body cast
Stop pulling your teeth out of your mouth when you're talking to me
The moors want to get a belly in a crescent moon
I wanna get big and tough
I'm Zane's cousin and I ain't even got a hood belly
Fuck [?], she still had me with mixed emotions
I got robbed the first day of 2017
It's no wonder I've been pissing myself lately
(I wouldn't know what to do)
It's no wonder (Da, da)