itch, itch

If you've come to tell me I'm wrong again
Please don't remind me
You hate that I look like sugar and taste like poison ivy
Well, do I make you itch
You been killing birds with the stones and the sticks
Tartarus, you been in the pits
I got the first two
Meet me with the third six

I been up straight for like nine days
Can't beat me with a migraine
Drop my tears like it's Bombay
Let myself burn out, no propane
Made a sword of my blank space
Your weapon of choice was a briefcase
Can't talk shit on what I became
Listen to the words, bitch behave
I cannot help my ice energy
Vespertine, my genealogy
Slip and I slide on a remedy
Deep dive into enemy waters
Heart is looking like a centipede farm
And, I'm a root away from being a garden
I can't help but feel I need a restart

If you've come to tell me I'm wrong again
Please don't remind me
You hate that I look like sugar and taste like poison ivy
Well, do I make you itch
You been killing birds with the stones and the sticks
Tartarus, you been in the pits
I got the first two
Meet me with the third six

Witches have choried up in the background
You said you wanna trip, why ain't you packing now
Chaparral growing in over beard and gown
We take bygons to Bly
Gone, they fucking drown
So why do I feel like a fucking clown
Planting myself into muddy ground
Hard work, no tee, no play
Listen lover, can't you hear them say

Now, I'm breaking down in your chaldron
You'd whisper things when I'm not around
I think I need to go back home to the west
So maybe i won't feel so bound to
All of the secrets we left laying out
I see the disdain when I cry and shout
We'ont even speak when we see each other
That's stranger things, Millie Bobby Brown
I'm devoted when it's love but now it's not and I feel brittle
Playing every side, you look like Malcom in the Middle
Trying to confess but you're immune to all my truths
Revealed the key and gave it to ya and you still can't solve the riddle
Fucking with a virus, I'm naive to fall in love
You can see me with the hands and Imma box without a glove
She an aux without a plug
And you're lying like a rug
Give a Xenomorph a hug

Hard crack
Bones dragging
Limbs crossed-crossed in the back of the wagon
Space black Cadillac sitting in traffic
We just puff it and pass it
My n*ggas looking like dragons
Hard crack
Bones dragging
Limbs crossed-crossed in the back of the wagon
Space black Cadillac sitting in traffic
We just puff it and pass it
Niggas looking like dragons