you’re so champagne I’m a charmer, self-harmer, I’m in pain got shadows in my brain, whiskey in my veins ran a couple blocks to see if I could call your name whispered on your leg, cigarette stained breath got me with the vain hex, slow death, same sex I want this forever, followed you into that main bed curl up for hours in your veins until I’m painless feeling like paintdeath, all marble floors bottles in the bath and you’re hanging on my door palm springs like that, summer roberts with the coors friends seeing glass, white powder, crystal court you and I in the all white benz, chasing street cold hart’s friend with that interview on noisey (vice on me, like I’m #GBC) girls whisper in the back seat is that wicca phase on this thraxx beat
call me in the bed last night call you to the back right... call you personally you put me on hold last week hide the drugs in your bag Gucci I'm about my weed you can't get off the phone with me eyes on me hold you down for keeps I whisper now that I feel weak charmer on repeat I got scars on me tie me there... slow come on... an icy kind of breathing so come on everything is hard where I belong just so you know that I miss someone...