Lean On You

(专辑： Drunken Babble - 2012)

Rolling in my own car
Fuck a passanger seat
Rolling on the dashboard
Fuck being discreet

Rolling on the floor laughing
But it ain't at your feet
But I kinda wish that, it were your feet

Sike, I really wish that it were your feet
And I ain't in a car, I'm passed out on some concrete
Sike, I ain't doing that, I'm sobbing in your laundry
While my cousins are all mobbing in some palm trees

They say I deserve better
I wrote you a love letter
Lipstick on, sealed it with a kiss
When I need you most, it's a hit or miss
So I tape the letter up and then I ball it in my fist

Up down, up down
High low. high low
Why so resentful bout shit from years ago?
Where'd my tears go?
Fucking up my mental
Got a bitch hoping that she gonna go parental

Sike that's the old me
I'm better off alone
Love's a losing game
I'd rather stay at home

'Cept it's really not
Please pick up the phone
Damn you got me feeling like a dog and you're the bone

Tryna be like, "oh well"
Ya fucking blew it
When we got back together
I shoulda knew it

That just don't feel that way
I misconstrue it
When I'm dreaming, I'm believing I had a gift from your semen

I can't lean on you [x10]