Damages!
I settle into my body
And the body settles into the bed
And then the bed settles into the grid of one million other
Damages people did
I need drive
Otherwise I might dance into traffic
I'll take two quick shots to the system,
Crystal and some medicine if you have it
Do you have it?
I'm in a terrible place sometimes
Where I can't stop touching my face
It's probably just some lyrical crutches, babe this smoke will erase
What am I selling today?
How can I track the kickback?
I want my bucket of tricks back because
Without it I just cannot relax I cannot relax
Someone please call the police!
I can't compete with your damages I cannot collect
Someone please
Call the police!
I'm falling out of my seat I'm gaining nothing
I'm going nowhere
I cannot collect
Betsy, why is everyone crazy?
And why do we bruise so easily?
It's like a deep shade of honey maroon matching the
Walls of the waiting room I like how you can sleep anywhere
I like the lines you throw me
I like the way you like
And how you kiss me like you know me
Sound the alarms
It's a call to arms
I don't see the harm in charming damages I cannot collect
Someone please call the police!
I can't repeat
All these damages I cannot collect
Someone please
Call the police!
I'm falling out of my seat I'm gaining nothing
I'm going nowhere
I can't collect
I just can't collect.
And the body settles into the bed
And then the bed settles into the grid of one million other
Damages people did
I need drive
Otherwise I might dance into traffic
I'll take two quick shots to the system,
Crystal and some medicine if you have it
Do you have it?
I'm in a terrible place sometimes
Where I can't stop touching my face
It's probably just some lyrical crutches, babe this smoke will erase
What am I selling today?
How can I track the kickback?
I want my bucket of tricks back because
Without it I just cannot relax I cannot relax
Someone please call the police!
I can't compete with your damages I cannot collect
Someone please
Call the police!
I'm falling out of my seat I'm gaining nothing
I'm going nowhere
I cannot collect
Betsy, why is everyone crazy?
And why do we bruise so easily?
It's like a deep shade of honey maroon matching the
Walls of the waiting room I like how you can sleep anywhere
I like the lines you throw me
I like the way you like
And how you kiss me like you know me
Sound the alarms
It's a call to arms
I don't see the harm in charming damages I cannot collect
Someone please call the police!
I can't repeat
All these damages I cannot collect
Someone please
Call the police!
I'm falling out of my seat I'm gaining nothing
I'm going nowhere
I can't collect
I just can't collect.
Credits
Writer(s): Christopher R. Broach, Robert Thomas Nanna, Todd Lee Bell, Damon Keith Atkinson
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