Mudslinging Bandits

Nodding off
Thinking of methods
For all these tasks
That I created
She won't be inside of her silly head
Even when she's off resting
What have I
To say to you
Your eyes brown
Like mud slinging bandits
Conversations become TV static
Off the walls
She's getting tatted

And when she grows erratic
She becomes fantastic
She would try to hit me up
But I would never answer her text message

Nodding off
Thinking of methods
To all these nails
That I have hammered
All these veins that I have blackened
Even when, I'm chasing dragons
What have I to say to you
Your eyes brown
Like mud slinging bandits
Conversations become TV static
Off the walls she's getting tatted
Off the walls she's getting tatted
Off the walls she's getting tatted

And when she grows erratic
She becomes fantastic
She would try to hit me up
But I would never answer her text message



Credits
Writer(s): Andrew Romanowski, Reynold Beaton
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