Foreign, Pt.1

I keep a toothpick hanging from my loose lips

Tell me what to do with it

I keep 'em wide-eyed, speaking on the truth

It keeps 'em running clueless

She's got a dark-skinned flex, but I make her blush

She's got a light-skinned friend that she don't even trust

She's all about that fuss

She said "I don't believe in evil

But I do believe in people, and that's evil enough"

And with suicide hearts and renegade minds

She's got do-or-die thoughts and losing all time

For all the worst of us, she'll fall in love

For all the cynical lust and nothing but time

Rolling dividends plus and cutting up pride

For all the best of you, it's never enough

Well, ain't your dreams just a motherfucker

Hope running high

Ludicrous, call it lova lova

Circle and blind

I got nothing up my sleeve but a subtle reprieve

And all those silver-tongued boys will have you come to believe it now

I'm nothing more than just a flavor of lush

And all these angels on my shoulders couldn't say it enough

But it's nothing that a little medicating won't hush

I crush 'til my fill, those voices are killed now

And with suicide hearts and renegade minds

She's got do-or-die thoughts and losing all time

For all the worst of us, she'll fall in love

For all the cynical lust and nothing but time

Rolling dividends plus and cutting up pride

For all the best of you, it's never enough