Cult - Allday

Guyana, Guyana, organic banana

Pull up on your shores like the Spanish armada

A god is among us your smell on my jumper

That pussy is sweet, bitch can I touch it

Like bitch can I touch it, sorry for swears

Apples and pears, everybody is fed

I change up so much just because you request

I’m sorry I’m faulty and not what I said

I would be, I stay north of the river

With all of the scenesters docs got 'em fitted

Seems like yesterday you would call up and visit

And I was excited you more than delivered

We made it a mess, how else could it happen

I’m always tied up with my selfish shit rapping

I’m always tied up I don’t tell you with passion

I feel you, I feel you, I feel you

You should start a cult

I would join it

Now look at all that you made

Before I started calling you names

You didn’t make me wait too long

Didn’t make me wait too long, maybe like 1 or 2 days

Now I been walking through flames like Chaka Khan

Know a small part of me really wanna fuck it up

Feels like Christmas, feels like ramadan

Hanukkah i know everything is gonna come at once

You’re quick to tell me who’s fake, who’s real

2 years I’ve known you — and it’s you still

Everything i build and you send me blue steel

To my phone when I’m far from home you’re the new zeal

Shout out Auckland, when I’m alone you’re my stockton

Jerry Sloan to my ferris wheel when its rocking

At the show used to drink goon on the lawn

With the moon and the stars may I say that I feel you

I feel you

You should start a cult

I would join it

There ain’t nothing to worry about

With me around

Even though I be running around

Feeling down

Feeling bad feeling sorry for myself

I’ll figure it out

I’m saying you’re my main ingredient baby

I’m in the house

And I know that you been around and trying

You deserve something like a thousand diamonds

You deserve better than me out here lying

Make me breathe shallow like mountain climbing

No talkin' bout the future fuck that

Make me wanna be alone, be alone