Davy Jones

Davy Jones, my heart
Davy Jones, my heart
Yeah, yeah yeah
Aw yeah, yeah yeah
Yeah, yeah yeah

I know she a demon
But, my innards long for her back
Thinking bout those back shots
The way that booty bounce back
Oh how you'd grab onto me, and say you want that
Shit, how I fucking think about smashing that
I got kush rolled up, bourbon all in my cup
Spit at 'em wit the venom dog, I'm never goin' stop
In the ocean with my lure, catchin' krakens what's up
Jumping out the gutter, into the frying pan - bruh
Sautéing these muthafuckas like mamba wit the rock - man
Moving through the trenches, I gotta defend the offensive - damn
Decipher the demons from the fucking dream-ons
Fuck living life like a peon

Tryna find where I belong
In a world full of chaos, no days off
Packing zips for butter, yeah dog it paid off
Carved out my heart, I got what I paid for

I Davy Jones'd, my heart
Helmsmen of the Dutchman, helmsmen of the Dutchman
I Davy Jones'd, my heart
Helmsmen of the Dutchman, helmsmen of the Dutchman

Demons submerged, all within my chest
Some around me gone, claim I'm blessed
Yet the curse, keeps me restless
I'm only thinking, bout the next cheque
Laced with the herb, always rolling kush express
Dressed up, Ralph Lauren fresh
Captain of the Dutchmen, who wanna sell they soul
Thousand years of servitude
Holograms are next my dude
Keep you earning when you're through
This that poison, if you dare to see it through

Darkness
Around you
Enclosing
Surrounding
Give up
I'll find you
And take you onto
Another domain
Away from
The Pain



Credits
Writer(s): Mat Willumsen, M Willumsen
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