Colin Talley - home décor Lyrics

Mind crowded, why you beggin' more, needin' more?
Maybe what you need is basic ass home décor
Just spice up your place, a little bit
Roll dice near your face, you little bitch
Maybe what you need is basic ass home décor
Maybe what you've seen is little much, movie gore
Maybe what the problem is, is your core
Maybe where to find the gems, is in your core
Uh
He told me that my elbows cold
Huh?
Told him "my heart isn't quite that bold,"
My hearts roots, stuck where they at, huh
My hearts fruits, ripe where they at, huh
Yeah
You know those dumb quote posters in the classroom?
Yeah, those would even supplement
It ain't my fault you don't know how to
It ain't my problem to figure out who
"Is it wrong to have such a strong desire?" Hmm
Maybe it's the eighth deadly sin, you craze
Ain't my fault you got lost in the maze
Ain't my fault you got me amazed
At the paths you took, flights you booked
You had no guidance
Again, ain't my fault, but let me give you my mindset here
You need a clever way to get the inside out
Need a mighty way to get those feelings out
'Cause let me tell ya, you don't want 'em stuck
If ya do, you won't give a f-
Woah, look who now has social problems and rude awakenings
And if it is true, you want to overcome yourself
"Maybe there's a reason I'm scared of the dark," Hmm
Scared of the unknown are ya?
How cute
Mind crowded, why you beggin' more, needin' more?
Maybe what you need is basic ass home décor
Just spice up your place, a little bit
Roll dice near your face, you little bitch
Maybe what you need is basic ass home décor
Maybe what you've seen is little much, movie gore
Maybe what the problem is, is your core
Maybe where to find the gems, is in your core
Uh
He told me that my elbows cold
Huh?
Told him "my heart isn't quite that bold,"
My hearts strings, overused and torn apart
My hearts rings, overused and works of art
Your care may look bad on the surface
But do not be oblivious to the love
But do not be oblivious lack thereof
For when things come to push or shove
I'm tellin' ya
Make your exit better than your entrance, man
Trust me, that's what's remembered, and
Aimin' on the win not the prize, uh
Aimin' on the sin not the size
Mind crowded, why you beggin' more, needin' more?
Maybe what you need is basic ass home décor
Just spice up your place, a little bit
Roll dice near your face, you little bitch
Maybe what you need is basic ass home décor
Maybe what you've seen is little much, movie gore
Maybe what the problem is, is your core
Maybe where to find the gems, is in your core
Looking for someone
That I have-
Why?
Uh
He told me that my elbows cold
Huh?
Told him "my heart isn't quite that bold,"
My hearts soul, used abused accused
My hearts bowl, overfull and fused