Park the going, park the going, park the going, park the going, park, park, park, park

Ghosts of Christmas parting, park the going, where it's haunting, trees will speak to you, go taunting

Like you swallow sour carton, of that milk you end up starving

You ain't eating, days of partying, all the hunger pains for nothing

But you gnawing on the carcass, of a bird you flip off starting

All that shit before you darting, cause you bored of what's going to happen

So you comatose your actions, cauterize, and close your gashes

Gather round to heed my telling, I don't tell the lies I'm feeling

That's inside where I've been feeling, funny thoughts when I've been steering

Maybe crashing to Adira's, little dough insurance sears

In the surest way I'm nearing, like I'm puring out no caring

Cause I'm needing my fresh airing, a bad bitch should look like Shira

Stack with racks and stack the feelings, ain't a status I'm not playing

I get high for like the days, demonstrate my darkest ways

While enlightenment sparks a blaze, better wait to cop and shake

Got an ounce for what it take, house to hide up, come out play

Paving grass ain't fucking fake

Come out, grass is green

Place is paved and looking clean

Come out, gasoline

We can light it in the streets

Come out, grass is green

Place is paved and looking clean

Come out, gasoline

We can light it in the streets