Wicked Electric Theatrics

(Oh you better pick up now)
Mirror mirror on my cellular
(Oh shit)
Point me to the nearest corner store
(Shit where is it?)
I'm running out of rizlas to roll
(Fucking hell)
Oh how much more do i have to endure?
(Found it!)

Put a little flavor in my mouth
(It's kinda bitter)
Push your tongue back into my tastebuds
(Okay)
Curl up next to me on the couch
(I see ya)
I'll whisper sweet nothings
Until you fall in love
(Sike!)

A freudian queen
Tantalizing every man
In their dreams
(Ain't that right girl?)

Never knowing when to quit
Cause her daddy
Gives her everything
(Fucking bitch)

Save me your lectures baby
Pull me under your warm sheets
My moral compass looms
On the edge of your designer shoes

Spare him the details baby
You'll electrocute him badly
My sleight of hand
Might go out of style
In the near weekend

Centrifugal convoluted love
(Sounds like a car thing)
Tell me everything that you've dreamt of
(Yeah you should)
I can be your fun little kick
(You bet i would)
A chamber full of your darkest secrets
(You like harry potter?)

Pull a fast one on your heartstrings
(Imma pull it)
Thrown off-kilter by my angel wings
(Whoa i'm getting dizzy)
Twas over last night
(It was wasn't it?)
The rising tide hiding behind my eyes
(Uhm.)

Couldn't help it if i try
Would you try to understand why?
(What the fuck does that mean?)
And maybe it's just my fault
I'm just too much like my dad
(Me and my fucking daddy issues jesus christ)

Save me your lectures baby
Pull me under your warm sheets
My moral compass looms
On the edge of your designer shoes

Spare him the details baby
You'll electrocute him badly
My sleight of hand
Might go out of style
In the near week-

(Ain't that right girl?)



Credits
Writer(s): Gibran Vega
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