Pink Pachyderm
Yeah before we go and measure up both of our high horses
Need to scope this place out find where every bathroom door is
Pretend we didn't fight for the last of the gram snorted
How you talking shit with your bill to the damn porcelain huh
Baby we've only been in love for eleven and some years
Reached out to one another couple times every year
Went to sleep with others all while wishing we were near
Now that we are here baby
Bury me at Makeout Creek under the cork tree
Above the metaphor I didn't dig enough to see
Along with the references used to just catch your attention
Instead of just asking you for affection
Up in counseling coming up with problems with you
Scooting over constantly this elephant needs room like
White tusks, thick skin, five tons, maybe six
He's completely full of shit baby
Not me, couldn't be, wouldn't be, look at me
Don't believe him for a minute baby
White tusks, thick skin, five tons, maybe six
He's completely full of shit baby
Not me, couldn't be, wouldn't be, look at me
You know just how fucking much you mean to me
Okay she likes me 'cause I shut the fuck up
And I don't say much she's always over thinking
So why would I throw her change ups
It's whatever makes you comfortable I think it's cool it's me
Your ex was saying he was dope and dug his hole too deep
But baby yeah don't get in that bitch with him
I don't even know his name but I got what I need to kill him
'Cause if he hurts you I don't think I'll keep my cool
I got a gun in my hand we go by my rules
You got someone who would slide for you
I got like twenty and they all wanna die too
Wake up come on you know I need you
What you hung on let me free you
You a bit high strung me too
But I should've never let the old me be an equal
White tusks, thick skin, five tons, maybe six
He's completely full of shit baby
Not me, couldn't be, wouldn't be, look at me
Don't believe him for a minute baby
White tusks, thick skin, five tons, maybe six
He's completely full of shit baby
Not me, couldn't be, wouldn't be, look at me
You know just how fucking much you mean to me
Need to scope this place out find where every bathroom door is
Pretend we didn't fight for the last of the gram snorted
How you talking shit with your bill to the damn porcelain huh
Baby we've only been in love for eleven and some years
Reached out to one another couple times every year
Went to sleep with others all while wishing we were near
Now that we are here baby
Bury me at Makeout Creek under the cork tree
Above the metaphor I didn't dig enough to see
Along with the references used to just catch your attention
Instead of just asking you for affection
Up in counseling coming up with problems with you
Scooting over constantly this elephant needs room like
White tusks, thick skin, five tons, maybe six
He's completely full of shit baby
Not me, couldn't be, wouldn't be, look at me
Don't believe him for a minute baby
White tusks, thick skin, five tons, maybe six
He's completely full of shit baby
Not me, couldn't be, wouldn't be, look at me
You know just how fucking much you mean to me
Okay she likes me 'cause I shut the fuck up
And I don't say much she's always over thinking
So why would I throw her change ups
It's whatever makes you comfortable I think it's cool it's me
Your ex was saying he was dope and dug his hole too deep
But baby yeah don't get in that bitch with him
I don't even know his name but I got what I need to kill him
'Cause if he hurts you I don't think I'll keep my cool
I got a gun in my hand we go by my rules
You got someone who would slide for you
I got like twenty and they all wanna die too
Wake up come on you know I need you
What you hung on let me free you
You a bit high strung me too
But I should've never let the old me be an equal
White tusks, thick skin, five tons, maybe six
He's completely full of shit baby
Not me, couldn't be, wouldn't be, look at me
Don't believe him for a minute baby
White tusks, thick skin, five tons, maybe six
He's completely full of shit baby
Not me, couldn't be, wouldn't be, look at me
You know just how fucking much you mean to me
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Writer(s): Dylan Willett
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