Y'all can't have my scene cuz we're a fucking wasteland Y'all can't break my heart cuz we're fucking broke AF Born betwixt the world and next

Between utopia and Generation X

You don't get my scene because your Eyes are too Bright

And we're up all night

Y'all can't have my scene cuz we're the fucking spiders

Y'all can't race this Wild Hunt, all their fucking arms

Forty cycles unstitch my hips and swing me out to lunch with hand on ailing hip You can't have my scene cuz your ass was too bored by 2004

Left-Coast punk rock from East-Coast gamecocks A little gay, a little phase, a little Rage

We Nicked from Drake we took the good stuff We attacked your cell block with 31G shlock

A little broke, a little woke, a little bored Like Chino all dressed up in riotcore

I just wanna sing about daisies

But I gotta yell

Fucking this

Fucking that

Caroling Shoot the shaft up with heroin You all don't know a thing about Daisy

If I could, I'd go Cerano, float through her poetry Gave my soul away, sing it back to me

For Daisy

And the world I taste as time goes by Eats my heart out but still I try

It hurt too much just to watch you die

So I dug you out of a grave where liars lie Like Low, you found God in a Daisy

So let's just laugh at those too fucking low To get off being lazy, crazy, let's get high We're Los Angeles born and raised!

I wake up each morning searching for symmetry and finding a simile A similar sibilance

She gave it back but

I want you right now

I need you now

Here in this house, I need you now I shoot the shaft up with Daisy