| Hail Mary pitch in the air
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| The fist on my pick was the myth from my hair
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| My 'fro shot a flair, pardon my stare
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| My deer in the headlights
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| Jesus can stare and I bet she just glares
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| Eyes, glazed as a doughnut
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| Fresh as a baby and raised like a grown-up
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| I tell fairy tales in your ear
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| Farewell to welfare and helping with healthcare
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| I’ll take you to fairs, and win you a bear
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| And marry and grow up and split up, and split up my share
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| And sew up the seams and hold every door and pull every chair
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| Chivalry’s dead, I went to the funeral, witnessed its murder and watched it in
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| utero
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| I know when we try to hold it in
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| Every time when we try, we try and we try
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| We won’t let it go, it just goes again
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| It just goes again
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| Catch and release
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| Playing fetch with a fish and a dog on a leash
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| Flesh up for lease, rent and repeat
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| Repent and then rinse off your hands in the sand of a beach
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| Blood in the bleach, hand in the cookie jar
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| Stuffin' your teeth
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| Stuffin' your mouth till there’s nothing to eat
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| Plottin', he got your gut feelin' the ease
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| Hold it in, just don’t doubt
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| Don’t give in, don’t give out
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| Don’t blow your kiss in the air
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| Fold your fist in a prayer
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| And attentively listen for Blue Fairies whisper to turn you from folk tale to
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| faithful for years
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| I never will grow up
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| Fold you and hide you and tell you to hold up
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| I know when we try to hold, we try to hold it in
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| Every time when we try, we try and we try
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| We won’t let it go, it just goes again
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| It just goes again
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| Smoke till we grown up
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| Till coffee and doughnuts
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| Newspapers, pill poppin' to grasp on the moments
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| And save our personas while doctors persuade you You’re stronger till you think
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| that you livin' longer
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| My ace in the hole
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| Watch how I wish that these 18 year old gigs was longer
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| Till I wish that I had took honors, and got to med school
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| So I could solve your problems
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| I’m further from heaven, I’m peepin' your leverage
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| Been suggested by reverend
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| I shook out my blessings with pressure
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| A precious depression
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| Picasso was best with no sketches
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| My architects narcissist stretcher
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| Adonis my bias projection
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| A shame to rejection, in love and reflection
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| Perceptions for whom is anonymous
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| For descretions with all of his exes
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| They all off my checklist
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| I fucked them then hated they presence
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| They judge off a daily appearance
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| The children inherit from parents
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| You cannot buy beauty on clearance
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| This Rollie just shows that I hear it
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| I’m cold as a spirit
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| Lookin' for warmth is a sober endearment
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| Until I found you like I stole from existence
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| F a finder’s fee, can’t hold on the interest
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| We just wastin' time to mention the senseless
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| Feet above the ground, we fall from long distance
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| Take secrets to the grave, but all want repentance
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| And lookin' at you, I could tell you feel different
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| Eyes glazed as a donut
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| Thinkin' 'bout high school and childhood and switchin' your moments
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| His life was a coma
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| And this a movie, they ain’t in, they keep goin'
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| And this the trailer, boy, right after the show end
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| The preview of your previous favorite moments
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| Such a match that I just can’t be a donor
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| Losin' touch but I ain’t lost in the moment
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| See, these the times that I just wish could keep goin'
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| Stanza so long, I could stand in the moment
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| Grindin' so strong I can’t fathom condolence
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| You used to hold me down and that was my lonesome
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| And now I call your phone from voicemail recordings
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| A preview of my previous favorite woman
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| I never will grow up
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| Hold you down, hug you back, tell your soul
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| Just stay performin'
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| I know when we try to hold, we try to hold it in
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| Every time when we try, we try and we try
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| We won’t let it go, it just goes again
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| It just goes again |