I Love You - GUTS

At best, all you’d ever be

Is pretty, green and wrecked with industry

You make me try so hard to not give a fuck

But I think I might love your guts

You make me wanna do yuppie shit with you

You make me wanna lie a lot

Like I would take you to the flyest spots

And don’t just stay in getting high a lot

In a panic room that’s built for two

I dig your ribs, I dig your skin, I dig your leopard print, I’m in

I’m down to drink cheap, think cheap and sleep all through next week

But the truth is out there, it’s sipping bourbon and plotting its revenge

I hope you brought some friends for my friends

Whatever moment you’re trying to have

It isn’t happening

It isn’t happening

Whatever moment you’re trying to have

It isn’t happening

I’ll make damn sure of that

And it’s the same plan as last week

Swallow, wallow, scowl, and repeat

I down charisma by the cup

And how’d I get so charming?

It’s a party, this shit is just so dope!

I’m blowing chunks through my nose!

Then when it’s time to hit the road

You paw the wheel back to the curb

We’re losing traction, it’s just a fraction of my concern

The bait-and-exchange is a game

That I don’t wanna play no more

But you keep asking

Gasps fill in my memory gaps

And whistle back across synapses

So just keep asking

It isn’t happening

I love your guts

You wassup girl, ain’t gotta ask it

I dead em all now, I buy the caskets

They should arrest you or whoever dressed you

Ain’t tryna stress you, but Ima let you know

Girl, you be killin em, you be killin em

Girl, you be killin em, you be killin em