Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song I Love You but I've Chosen Me, Pt. VII: Merry Sage of Perspective, artist - Crywank. Album song Fist Me 'Til Your Hand Comes out My Mouth, in the genre
Date of issue: 30.04.2020
Record label: Crywank
Song language: English
I Love You but I've Chosen Me, Pt. VII: Merry Sage of Perspective |
I see the language that you choose |
To present me as some pompous stuffy fool |
And I could wipe your arse for you |
And you’d still call me the princess if I gipped at my fingers |
And you slept on the floor again |
Must be a repercussion somehow of being my friend |
The most of myself I could give you |
And I hear you slyly blame me for ruining your life |
Come on, come on, merry sage of perspective |
Tell me where I’m fucking up |
As I wipe off what was spat into my face with love |
I don’t know what you’re gonna do without this, if I’m honest |
This palace of virtue is just a hole full of malice |
I don’t know what you’re gonna do without this, if I’m honest |
This palace of virtue is just a hole full of malice |
And from the highest precipice you still smell like piss |
I worry the fall will be too high for you |
And from the highest precipice you still smell like piss |
I worry the fall will be too high for you |
One of my ideocentrics, making their big normie debut |
The crumbs of pride we have are just crumbs |
I don’t know what you’re gonna do without this, if I’m honest |
This palace of virtue is just a hole full of malice |
I don’t know what you’re gonna do without this, if I’m honest |
This palace of virtue is just a hole full of malice |
One of my ideocentrics, making their big normie debut |
The crumbs of pride we have are just crumbs |