Eagle vs. Crows

It's that one type of night with the bright white ice pick

Slipped up signature, wrestle 'til I scribble shit

Who in my space smell khaki leather pants?

If my brain go missing, I'll be damned

The one ripped by the wind, instant implant

How we see what we thought was nothing before

Now the lost and the waste can slide beside them

Perform the custom of hissing lisp adorn

I've had a little bit too much

Don't wait for me, I'll wake up on my own tomorrow

I took a little medicine, love, to lubricate my flow

Don't wait up for me 'cause I'll be coming home tomorrow

I'll crush a mound up on your birthday cake

With your whole family there watching or at your Aunt Viv's wake

Line up some blow on your titties and blow the rest in your face

If you're not turning up, then your whole life's a disgrace

I like the self-destructive girls, where the fucks be all missin'

When you get home and I'm high, I don't wanna hear no bitchin'

This is the modern man, modern plan, future transition

Worship the work and the product, American Joy Division

I know them and I know what, I think I'ma start this up

Eagle vs. Crows (We all suck, we were born to fuck this up)

I know them and I know what, I think I'ma start this up

Eagle vs. Crows (We all suck, we were born to fuck this up)

Like the fastest object overgrowth

Like a basket robin, egg and yolk

I got the bombest little habit, watch my head explode

Like the plant lion synthesized this shit

I've had a little bit too much

Don't wait for me, I'll wake up on my own tomorrow

I took a little medicine, love, to lubricate my flow

Don't wait up for me 'cause I'll be coming home tomorrow