Lyrics Spreadsheets and Love Notes - Malaki

Spreadsheets and Love Notes

Ring a ring a rosey
Pocket full of loose change
And a label call me lonely
Another issue
Another tissue
I guess we all fall down
I guess we
Ring a ring a rosey
Pocket full of loose change
And a label call me lonely
Another issue
Another tissue
I guess we all fall down
I guess we
Catalyst to my pain
12 months of artificial love
Straight down the drain
Yet the memories remain
Felt numb
My superficial touch
Still the same
Fall too hard and mind too fast
Hard to catch a heart when your grasp won’t last
Broken glass from the last one
Marks of the past on my skin
Thought I had one
A mad one
With mad love
A tad dumb
But man loved every second of the fake love
Type of girl that didn’t need no make-up
To make up what you wanted
Flaunted a set of eyelashes that would scare the haunted
And haunted was she
Smoked the weed to perceive the belief that I’m free
When realistically
She slapped my wrist for free
Arrest at rest behind bars
When she had the key
Another dude in solitude
Belief that I was happy
We seem to think the one for us
Is just waiting in the alley
When really our yearn for lust is just
The demons that we carry
The shadows that we fill
The void and the thrill
The mistakes and the pill
Xanex
Time we kill
Lies we feel
Ride to steal
But I dive in head first to the shallow
Dodge a bullet get an arrow
But it’s never black and white so listen closely as it goes like
Ring a ring a rosey
Pocket full of loose change
And a label call me lonely
Another issue
Another tissue
I guess we all fall down
I guess we
Ring a ring a rosey
Pocket full of loose change
And a label call me lonely
Another issue
Another tissue
I guess we all fall down
I guess we
Who knew I’d fall again
Besides the notebook and the pen
Poems that I descend
Inevitably the pen’s my only friend
Climbed a lemon tree to fall from life once again
Happened twice
I’d pretend it never happened
Cause a lover boy with no love
Is a mic without a rapper
But there she was
Sexy as she’d sketch me
Heart is as an artist
As she’d sip upon her Pepsi
First time in her room
'Sorry it’s so messy'
'You should see mine you’d be tripping
Over spreadsheets and love notes'
Never thought I’d love this heavy
Since the last one vexed me
A cut throat
Sweaty as she’d text me
Told me all her hopes upon a Dutch boat
Midnight temptations down a rushed throat
Gripped her by the waist
For a second I would taste
But the drugs only last till 8
Guess I was too late
Guess I was too late
Cause when the uppers got you down
Downers got you up
Smile when she’s around
Pour the vodka in my cup
Mock her
'That's enough'
But I was kidding
Fix her cuff
Two sinners with a taste for the night
Beauty at the skin
Fight the moon for the rush that we were craving
Running round the beats of a dark room misbehaving
I’d tell her that I like her
And so would she
But then it got me thinking
Was that her talking or the ecstasy?
Ring a ring a rosey
Pocket full of loose change
And a label call me lonely
Another issue
Another tissue
I guess we all fall down
I guess we
Ring a ring a rosey
Pocket full of loose change
And a label call me lonely
Another issue
Another tissue
I guess we all fall down
I guess we