My shower is haunted with your dirty words

You smashed in my temple of Lucy liberation

My serotonin escalator, sparks shot out the plug

Brainstorming crude behavior that

I was taught was love

So airdrop me all the bite marks he gave you

And tell me how you think that's deep (the fuck?)

As our rocky seas of lust and loss

Skipping night shifts

Pills for paws

Whipping nitrous

Tracing out our polaroids

Buying weed instead of breakfast again

Scratches from a loved one who never would understand

Why i

Fill my bowls with weed and roses

Montage for a monster

Ill forget to feed my cat but i would never leave my daughter left alone

Oh tokyo

He knows when to come home

North and backwards

Hoarding factors

That makes you love my tokyo

More than any other cat would

Any other cat could

3rd and Chestnut

Love you texts but

Fill my kitty catty sippy cup like

Im too shot to do it (what?)

I ain't too shot to do shit

Straight to montrose

He always makes it home

One little dream of my one little seed

Planted inside them ovaries

That crisis team responds to me

Faster than you mental scene

My tokyo

My tabby fatty that gets more female attention

Than any guy wearing a smile

Toke boy ain't my child

Eight months old we getting high

Bag of catnip, hell fire

Marijuana every night

Scorpio manipulation (scorpio manipulation)

Cool cat kicking nine lives

I finesse that he is progressing me

To bail me out on time

He dipped out with one

Purse in his coat

Theres just one word for you

And thats just cold

Hes the definition of perfect

Because he dont even know that hes worth it

Maybe if she grew up like my

Pretty homie, whoever had

A bentley in her cousins company

Killing rats and licking trash

Bloody scratch from overuse

Of attention whores

Who throw abuse at you

Throw abuse at you

Throw abuse at who?

Oh tokyo

He knows when to come home

Straight to montrose

He always makes it home

Smoking boges you rolled

Aroma ashy clothes

Show me how to know

Youre my only hope

Oh tokyo

He knows when to come home

Straight to montrose

He always makes it home

Smoking boges you rolled

Aroma ashy clothes

Show me how to know

Youre my only hope