If I could see it in third person I'd break my back for that weekend, prophesies nothing There's no hell worse than Looking at wolves and deciding they're fawns Skinned clean by repetition, you hate this part Goddamn, you're a big believer in that applause light praise With mastodon opposites You crave nostalgia for the 2000s With the hacks in swim trunks, not laughing See, there is no formula Just sand to add to the hourglass I'm lying through my teeth For the sympathy of My body's oxygen But I could live without it now So, get your story straight, is it the knife or the pen that you need? For loverboy's lament It's all been projecting, I won't be respecting the runtime Flooded skull and the city With your big boy feelings That's how your old man did it Speak when spoken to If you're a wound just climb the wall That's how real men do it Baker's dozen of bad motherfuckers Speak when spoken to Curfew from the mistress desk That's how real men do it It's like we kin to it Ain't gotta tell 'em who it is, let the pen do it Your honor, in my defense, he had the dawg in 'I'm Hands up, found luck, it's a new beginning I be on my own conditions and terms Dishing heat with splendiferous words Golden brown comin' out the oven Dough me fa sho cuh These boys is bussin An admission of the sin in em Got no business doing deep sea ‘ditions Since you left me at the lectern Your attention is essential to the feature Got time for the drop-top sequence of events Spent to the interest of the whole (rich quick) Save face in a comedic way 'cause The butterfly pimped anyway (everybody can see) You'll be alright Tonight's the night And it's gonna happen Again and again Your newlywed game, I'll play like it's groundhog day Now we're both progenitors Diamonds dancing in reverse What have we done since We last spoke? Thought I'd fly in a suit to impress you Take all the chances we had, make them mine I'm lying through my teeth For the sympathy of My body's oxygen I could live without it now If your suffering sticks to the ceiling, you won't be satisfied Unless you know it's R.O. i Stopped me from a skinned knee Goddamn, you make my dreams come true He was marked a cadaver Found dead in his eggs benedict Nostalgia for the 2000s Nostalgia for the 2000s Nostalgia for the 2000s For the 2000s I'm lying through my teeth For the sympathy of My body's oxygen But I could live without it now So, get your story straight, is it the knife or the pen that you need? For loverboy's lamen It's all been projecting, I won't be respecting the runtime If you're a wound, just climb up the wall I can't believe you got the penthouse Turin? And it's designer? You won't be impressed They got the shroud Turin? And it's designer? You won't be impressed They got the shroud