Lush - Choker

I just wanna keep it natural

I just wanna keep it natural

Don’t ask me

You wanna be happy but

What are your requirements?

Fallen shrines

The survivors cry entitlement

I see you all with the proprietary chapel as example 1

I does my thing for none

You’ve never seen me for the things I always hoped you would

Clue me in if you will

I done spilled everything

Leave them mopping up the sea with a quill

See

These niggas soaking up defeat through the ground

Who you blame in colosseums?

The killer or the crowd?

Shrouded in this expressionless mound of elation drowned

Just a weight to the pile

Just another island in the mist

I’m just another face to be forgotten

They picked me out the tree

Core rotten since the seed sprouted arms in a moment of release

Got the traction on my feet when the 40 dick skeet

Leaving kiddies on the street

Leaving Momma’s knees weak

I tend to hear the bull slip through a true quip

Like a pool stick cue ball group split

Lucid

2000 miles

2005 I was south pole down

2 sizes too big for my frame at the time

2009 wiping eyes full of my wet

While my pops tryna drive

Or maybe that was 10

The years blow by

The days all blur

The lightness of my limbs

The waves where your hips lay surfed by a cold fingers

As if a jellyfish sting sprung strawberry flesh

Along lips robbed for color in an instant

Uhh

A long second

Uhh

The distance between an existence fulfilled and the anticipation of everything

after

Or

The difference

I mean it’s all relative but that side of the family doesn’t call me

Some would say estranged but we never connected in the first place

Either or

Neither nor

Need a tour of my own thoughts

I tend to get lost

Lately I don’t feel real

Lately I don’t feel

I don’t feel feel

I don’t

I don’t

You look good

But I know you far from it

Bet I play the roll like the hardwood under

I got a gucci watch I never wear I never cover

Your last mans wore team Jordans all summer

Wit the scuffed up rubber

Oh what a pity

Gold Macbook match the piercing through your titties

Driving by rose bushes thinking of you plenty

Saying 'look me in the eyes when you fiddle with the cherry'

Call me on the trim line leaning on your closet

You make me feel haunted

I make you feel wanted

The ice cream parlor with the neon we out

It’s 3 on the clock

A.M.

say when you need me over

And Imma call an Uber girl I puff backwoods

I ain’t tryna to maneuver

The tunes of black noose

Who pry and act loose

Like 90s gap boom

Arrive at your room

The moon’s in full bloom

The doom of virtue

Your sheets smell of perfume

Honey and curfews

This ain’t no hobby

I pull up asap man shit gon' get rocky

Caesar to peon man

This just a body

As of late

There is nothing

There is nothing

As of late

There is nothing

As of late

There is nothing

As of late

There is nothing

As of late

No

Yeah