Wolf Piss
Spin doc
Sweet dreams go Hitchcock
Discord with no sick days
Limbs draped in all rip stop
Faded ink on my ribcage
My glass heart, my shit brains
My jaguars around beautiful New York strip steak
Ain't shit change
Doodle over these blueprints
I been shoo-shooed, I been boo hissed
Chewed up, he's too much
I ain't too much, y'all too prim
World's end around curfew
When they rotate grotesque forms
Sneak up in some mech suit
Make off with they best horse
Roads paved with pulled pins
Hood sprayed with wolf piss
Engineer of this tire fire
Come pull up on that bullshit
I might peace out of my deep freeze
And turn pale death in like two shakes
Swoop in and get touchéd
Tune in to my blue phase
October, I'm in bloom
When that cold snap and that wind croon
Trail mix in my road pack
And no roads back to this igloo
Stick and move around dead light, he ain't talk much
Step aside for my left-right, I'm like on one
Never mind when these dogs mush
Days seem normal, but the nights get pretty weird
Trip the wrong light, y'all might get disappeared
I'm in here
I'm in here
Days seem normal but the nights get pretty weird
Trip the wrong light, y'all might get disappeared
I'm in here
I'm in here
Fall back
Black dawn above fawn tracks
These mallrats get dragged off to this golf clap
Bath salts in my black coffee
I'm back-talk from that wrong path
Y'all rag dolls, tagalongs
Become thumb tacks on wall maps
Dreadnought with no false flag
I'm all red cape and my real name
Around senseis from that steel cage
With like ten ways to steal paint
Field notes and my wet stone
And my steel toes and my pet crow
Red phone on sleep mode
When eating eel rolls with my friend's ghost
Okay, wide load with no peers
White smoke from both ears
Rain gods that wave wands around biomes y'all hold dear
I go so off, it ain't no thing
I make no comment
No job beyond cold-blooded coyote king
Hone in on my smoke rings
Most often, I kick rocks
Where that room tone is all pin drop
Peek into my ethos
It go please hold, I will not
Creep show, he throw Sno-Caps from these nosebleeds
Comfortable around cold facts and unknown seas
Cro-Mag, I don't sleep
Days seem normal, but the nights get pretty weird
Trip the wrong light, y'all might get disappeared
I'm in here
I'm in here
Days seem normal, but the nights get pretty weird
Trip the wrong light, y'all might get disappeared
I'm in here
I'm in here
Sweet dreams go Hitchcock
Discord with no sick days
Limbs draped in all rip stop
Faded ink on my ribcage
My glass heart, my shit brains
My jaguars around beautiful New York strip steak
Ain't shit change
Doodle over these blueprints
I been shoo-shooed, I been boo hissed
Chewed up, he's too much
I ain't too much, y'all too prim
World's end around curfew
When they rotate grotesque forms
Sneak up in some mech suit
Make off with they best horse
Roads paved with pulled pins
Hood sprayed with wolf piss
Engineer of this tire fire
Come pull up on that bullshit
I might peace out of my deep freeze
And turn pale death in like two shakes
Swoop in and get touchéd
Tune in to my blue phase
October, I'm in bloom
When that cold snap and that wind croon
Trail mix in my road pack
And no roads back to this igloo
Stick and move around dead light, he ain't talk much
Step aside for my left-right, I'm like on one
Never mind when these dogs mush
Days seem normal, but the nights get pretty weird
Trip the wrong light, y'all might get disappeared
I'm in here
I'm in here
Days seem normal but the nights get pretty weird
Trip the wrong light, y'all might get disappeared
I'm in here
I'm in here
Fall back
Black dawn above fawn tracks
These mallrats get dragged off to this golf clap
Bath salts in my black coffee
I'm back-talk from that wrong path
Y'all rag dolls, tagalongs
Become thumb tacks on wall maps
Dreadnought with no false flag
I'm all red cape and my real name
Around senseis from that steel cage
With like ten ways to steal paint
Field notes and my wet stone
And my steel toes and my pet crow
Red phone on sleep mode
When eating eel rolls with my friend's ghost
Okay, wide load with no peers
White smoke from both ears
Rain gods that wave wands around biomes y'all hold dear
I go so off, it ain't no thing
I make no comment
No job beyond cold-blooded coyote king
Hone in on my smoke rings
Most often, I kick rocks
Where that room tone is all pin drop
Peek into my ethos
It go please hold, I will not
Creep show, he throw Sno-Caps from these nosebleeds
Comfortable around cold facts and unknown seas
Cro-Mag, I don't sleep
Days seem normal, but the nights get pretty weird
Trip the wrong light, y'all might get disappeared
I'm in here
I'm in here
Days seem normal, but the nights get pretty weird
Trip the wrong light, y'all might get disappeared
I'm in here
I'm in here
Credits
Writer(s): James Simon, Ian Bavitz
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