Eighth Day. - Triple One

You can call me what you want girl

I’m your rock, I’m your rock

You can take from what I got though

I need to, I need to

I can see it’s been a while ay baby

I conceded in your eyes la-lady

Sort of feeling multiply my age yeah

I conceded for the only bit of meaning I know

Burnt cigarette lent cold on my basin

Flirt with my patience, choke on my paycheck

Choke on my bitch, lie faithless

All gone, amen

Youth is fleeting us, sex is comatose

Fame is dirty money, death is overdose

Take you in and they chew the gun

Virgin spirit elevator love

Metal on teeth put the curse on me

Sickest since slipping my digits Into her

Sippin' on a dream but a purse on me

Sickness gets older apprentice console her

Holding it back but that skin feel velour

Cry when she fuck tell me nothing is beautiful

Sentence offend, pelon pussy the cure

I lay with petals on bed at her funeral

Zapped in the brain, why I keep it so icy

On the formulator, when I spray it on her siamese

Write till dawn, like I’m Hunter S. Thompson

Violent as I grip, while I’m grabbing on my Johnson

Back once again, kill the renegade master

Strike through a ten like my nut a sandblaster

White noise bring me peace

And you could bet your mother’s damn life

You got nothing on me

Surrounded closely by the psychiatric visions

Of novels written in fiction, in the wind pissing

Accountable to all the devils selling dreams

Keep em switchen up on the mission

Watch as we glisten

Given a fuck I feel like Aretha

Here here to my old Mona Lisa

Buy love if I could put it on a Visa

My pressure, my sequence

The void in my ether

You can call me what you want girl

I’m your rock I’m your rock

You can take from what I got though

I need to, I need to

I can see it’s been a while ay baby

I conceded in your eyes la-lady

Sort of feeling multiply my age yeah

I conceded for the only bit of meaning I know