These parts got a lot a false starts
These parts get hard gotta start on it strong
These parts break hearts, lotta broken down songs
And if the tone looking up then it’s wrong

These parts the start is the end of a tong
With the edge looking white in the dawn and they staunch
These parts interns stay until they end lease
Tell tales ’til they get their reprieve and conceive of it

Gotta fight a grim urge to get lurching over sturgeons wanna call my port home
Fucked up on a turtle it’s hurting cos his defence is a portable throne

Just sitting pretty on a jagged crystal city
Gotta get a gilded gold spitoon
This shitty city owe me about a fifty if I’m gonna have to keep going on but it’s on, though

Look what you’re saying
There’s a lot to explain
‘Round here

Every time I get on
I get thrown down, sautéed like a discount mignon

Cannot be tamed
There’s a lot of cruel fame
Don’t fear

Nothing but bone
get a grizzle on you’re out of a home
You’re alone

Look what you’re saying
There’s a lot to explain
‘Round here

Would ya put ya food upon it
Would ya would ya
Put your food upon it

I get displayed
Rack it with the reigns
But I’m exiting splayed
Weave sage in the mane
‘Round here
And the siege get a breather
Cos we leave when the heater get gamed

Got doors kicked in so i headed up north
Knew the cops wouldn’t come before I hopped off the porch
Don’t drip too hard you don’t wanna get touched
You get rolled for ya rings let alone a new Porsche

These parts they’re smart when they’re toting the hammer
No gun, didn’t stammer, I mean a literal hammer
No fun when your memory a funeral banner
If they get physical you better hope your lyricals mattered

I’m just teasing you if I had all these dreams on a platter
Like if my sleaze was appealing and you find yourself flattered
And these knees lifted easier my jumper was patterned
And the steeze even crispier what would I do about it?

These parts, these parts still be where I belong
Change the scene but still seen with my wack-ass songs
ancient beings got these schemes about what I did wrong
then I’m just OK with you boomers know we don’t get along