AWOL

The shape of your data got me astral projecting But I think you and I we need to talk Because the soul of the code your equipment had sent me It might as well have been outlined in chalk Now I cannot decipher what all the static is But I got a pretty good read on your black thoughts The passion that makes me feel alive again It's gonna be the death, the death of us The passion that makes me feel alive again Oh it's gonna be the death, the death of us Death of us The space between us is like a crime scene No, no blood and no fingerprints No, no blood and no fingerprints No, no blood and no fingerprints No, no blood and no fingerprints You got the wrong man I never crossed that line You got the wrong man, I never crossed the line A-W-O-L I owe myself an apology I owe myself an apology I owe myself an apology I owe myself an apology I hope that I mean it Doubt it, right? Yeah, so do I Take my word, I don't want it Doubt it, right? Yeah, so do I Take my word, I don't want it It ain't no good Don't just stand there and look at me Come and give me your trash I want to feel your hot flash I want to see your teeth gnash I want to come in dead last Go down together, get drunk at the bottom And tell you some bullshit like "Baby, our scars are the same" We are out of this world 'Cause all good drugs go to heaven We are out of this world 'Cause all good drugs go to heaven