Lyrics

Everything was under water like, like solid water Not like ice but solid water, you know None of this stuff was there, but you were there and Not the type you could float in They say steam is the worst type of burn, under your head was a pillow And under your pillow was a tooth and under the tooth was a sheet (If I could change everything I'd be a leather maker) and under the sheet was a mattress And under the mattress was a bed and under the bed was a floor And under the floor was- And while you slept, your brain got rinsed Cerebrospinal fluids took out your trash In a spirited slam dunk, swooshing Clear and smoothing It's called your nervous system Think of it as an interior cushion Nighttime is the right time to let your body do its thing It's gonna clean that shit up It has a chance to take a chance on you This is what dreaming's supposed to do It has a chance to restore you This is what dreaming's supposed to do, it's supposed to help you You're held, a hand A wet opportunist When your mind did not mind (you're held, a hand) At rest at best (a wet opportunist) You're held, a hand A wet opportunist You're held, a hand A wet opportunist You're held, a hand (weak and anemic) A wet opportunist (it scrubs your insides like) You're held, a hand (the inside of a car wash) A wet opportunist (this is why you sleep at night) You're held, a hand (and have weird dreams) A wet opportunist (what a thought to be) You're held, a hand A wet opportunist (pacified by your own pus) You're held, a hand A wet opportunist A wet opportunist
Writer(s): Kaya Wilkins, Kadeem Kayvon Spencer Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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