Turn on my lightbulbs, turn on my lightbulbs
What, what, who am I
Pussy bitch better not, f*ck with me you wanna talk
I got wrists on my f*ckin' waist, rusted metal plates with a black dress
Cease and desist, oily face
Printed on my mattress, meds missing from my cabinet
I can't have this, I can't, I can't
The spark is gone, and I'm moving on
Missing charm, not a leprechaun
Dark in my circuit board, think I'm missing wires
Can't live to afford, can't afford a fire
2 by 4 on the floor boards, lock my Ford doors, take a boat tour, find me off shores
Looking lost boy, yeah a real toy, yeah a real alarm, he's a bitch.com
Rubber tires on, good at tracking liars, liar
Lies, lies
Lies, lies
Lies, lies
Lies, lies
Antenna's bend, rehearing words that I never said
Letters showing when they never went
Letters seen that were never sent, but I'm given cred, think it's in my head
These emotions turning surplus, I'm feeling electric on purpose
Gray lines ain't straight, they drawn in cursive
Found someone else's gears in one of her purses
My body's looking for service, lost connection, think I need some servers
Tools down in the kitchen so get to workin'
System failing online, and in person
Copper pieces, I don't think I'm worth it
Wait it up, just got off the call with my motherboard and she told me I ain't weigh enough
Paper cuts turning to hey, what's up but the mic's muted, so I don't say enough
I got lucid dreams elucidating that I'm good at framing but my painting's rough
I think I don't paint enough
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Turn on my lightbulbs, turn on my lightbulbs
What, what, who am I
Pussy bitch better not, f*ck with me you wanna talk
I got wrists on my f*ckin' waist, rusted metal plates with a black dress
Cease and desist, oily face
Printed on my mattress, meds missing from my cabinet
I can't have this, I can't, I can't
The spark is gone, and I'm moving on
Missing charm, not a leprechaun
Dark in my circuit board, think I'm missing wires
Can't live to afford, can't afford a fire
2 by 4 on the floor boards, lock my Ford doors, take a boat tour, find me off shores
Looking lost boy, yeah a real toy, yeah a real alarm, he's a bitch.com
Rubber tires on, good at tracking liars, liar
Lies, lies
Lies, lies
Lies, lies
Lies, lies
Antenna's bend, rehearing words that I never said
Letters showing when they never went
Letters seen that were never sent, but I'm given cred, think it's in my head
These emotions turning surplus, I'm feeling electric on purpose
Gray lines ain't straight, they drawn in cursive
Found someone else's gears in one of her purses
My body's looking for service, lost connection, think I need some servers
Tools down in the kitchen so get to workin'
System failing online, and in person
Copper pieces, I don't think I'm worth it
Wait it up, just got off the call with my motherboard and she told me I ain't weigh enough
Paper cuts turning to hey, what's up but the mic's muted, so I don't say enough
I got lucid dreams elucidating that I'm good at framing but my painting's rough
I think I don't paint enough
What, what, who am I
Pussy bitch better not, f*ck with me you wanna talk
I got wrists on my f*ckin' waist, rusted metal plates with a black dress
Cease and desist, oily face
Printed on my mattress, meds missing from my cabinet
I can't have this, I can't, I can't
The spark is gone, and I'm moving on
Missing charm, not a leprechaun
Dark in my circuit board, think I'm missing wires
Can't live to afford, can't afford a fire
2 by 4 on the floor boards, lock my Ford doors, take a boat tour, find me off shores
Looking lost boy, yeah a real toy, yeah a real alarm, he's a bitch.com
Rubber tires on, good at tracking liars, liar
Lies, lies
Lies, lies
Lies, lies
Lies, lies
Antenna's bend, rehearing words that I never said
Letters showing when they never went
Letters seen that were never sent, but I'm given cred, think it's in my head
These emotions turning surplus, I'm feeling electric on purpose
Gray lines ain't straight, they drawn in cursive
Found someone else's gears in one of her purses
My body's looking for service, lost connection, think I need some servers
Tools down in the kitchen so get to workin'
System failing online, and in person
Copper pieces, I don't think I'm worth it
Wait it up, just got off the call with my motherboard and she told me I ain't weigh enough
Paper cuts turning to hey, what's up but the mic's muted, so I don't say enough
I got lucid dreams elucidating that I'm good at framing but my painting's rough
I think I don't paint enough
Writer: Nathan Duarte
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