Lyrics Hey Mon, Hook Me Up ’Do - Native

Hey Mon, Hook Me Up ’Do

Excuses, oh my, my conscious!
Acceptance.
My sorrow’s their humor.
This face, that face.
The paint has gone dry but I’ll still paint.
This blank canvas wins the spotlight.
Buy the attention, sell disposition.
How can’t you see, that there is a curb?
Auction your weapon and call it a year.