Fickle Shit
I've got a head full of riddles tonight
It's only you and I
I've got a head full of riddles tonight
Why you always on my mind
I've got a head full of riddles and I gotta clean my room
I've been stuck in the middle I've been looking to my doom
Fickle shit through thick and thin, I feel your skin, you let me in
Let me peel you like mandarin
Revealing all your inner gifts I'm emerging in the mist
I've been walking through the fog
In the midst of innocence lost to the dividends
Never listen to the simpletons or the other men
I had something on my mind let me guess again
'Cause your tongue on mine is all I ever need here
When I'm laying with your soul it's my residence
A couple old men sitting in my pocket, dead presidents
But the money is irrelevant
'Cause your presence is the precedence
I've been on the precipice feel like imma fall off
But I'm way too high for me to fall off
I was stressed I won't sell enough tickets
I was stressed I won't get enough views
I've been stressed that they know what I'm thinking bout
All I ever really think about is you
Looking outside, civil unrest
Underneath the sunsets, she be getting undressed
She just wanting some sex, I've been on a conquest
'Cause I said I'm up next
Looking through my lens is it convex
Realising real life is getting complex
Send another text, leave you on read till next week
Your hair twisted up when we're in between the bedsheets
(I like the end of that last take)
It's only you and I
I've got a head full of riddles tonight
Why you always on my mind
I've got a head full of riddles and I gotta clean my room
I've been stuck in the middle I've been looking to my doom
Fickle shit through thick and thin, I feel your skin, you let me in
Let me peel you like mandarin
Revealing all your inner gifts I'm emerging in the mist
I've been walking through the fog
In the midst of innocence lost to the dividends
Never listen to the simpletons or the other men
I had something on my mind let me guess again
'Cause your tongue on mine is all I ever need here
When I'm laying with your soul it's my residence
A couple old men sitting in my pocket, dead presidents
But the money is irrelevant
'Cause your presence is the precedence
I've been on the precipice feel like imma fall off
But I'm way too high for me to fall off
I was stressed I won't sell enough tickets
I was stressed I won't get enough views
I've been stressed that they know what I'm thinking bout
All I ever really think about is you
Looking outside, civil unrest
Underneath the sunsets, she be getting undressed
She just wanting some sex, I've been on a conquest
'Cause I said I'm up next
Looking through my lens is it convex
Realising real life is getting complex
Send another text, leave you on read till next week
Your hair twisted up when we're in between the bedsheets
(I like the end of that last take)
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Writer(s): Bodhi Lander Dey
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