Belly Drum

And we're rolling to the sound of the lake
Hugging on your new bag
And, It's big and it's round and it's great
Never gotta look back
You're always telling me that

Keep to the kid in you
Till they put you in the ground
You're always telling me that

Mittens up!
Chest out
So cute when you run your mouth
Appalled attraction
I can't help laughing
Just Look at you

And if love is just a noose
Then I am living proof
To hang from the parapet

Leaping off my front porch
Bleeding out breathing in
Losing breath

We're rolling to the sound of the bass
Fucking with your new tracks
And they're big and they're loud and they're great
You're waiting on my attack
Like, "boy that's your cue to rap"

I got, I got, I got ice
Made this shit with an iphone5
You say I got lives
Call me all the time
Boy, once they hear you
You can upgrade the line

Beat, beat, beat, beat, beatin' on the brat
Beating on the brat with a baseball bat
Run the numbers
Throw the match
Over under
In the black
I'm gonna slaughter every melody
And burn out on the track

Honey don't hesitate
Hurry out back cut the rot, rub your belly oooh
Love it that your hot and your silly too

In the hotel lobby there be hokum
Honey if you got'em smoke'em
There may not be a lot chosen
So really if you love'em hold'em

If it makes you happy let it in

(this mad house makes my home)
She's my automatic
(what a mess we so blessed)
Heat so magic
(I'm a spinor I'm a thread)
Dammit, let her in
(split the atom bomb the rest)