Sometimes I can be up like that, when I don’t cross myself with you
Sometimes I can be down like that, when I don’t cross myself with you
I’m dysmorphic in doses
Imagine trying to
Shit out
Twelve red roses
It’s how I do but not everybody knows it
Imagine how I’d feel to be called a promotionalist, a mitt man, an emotionalist
When I don’t cross myself with you
Sometimes I can be up like that, when I don’t cross myself with you
Sometimes I can be down like that, when I don’t cross myself with you
It’s some kind
Psychosis, don’t what you call it, oneness might be the closest
A psychotropic segment so tasteless
it tastes sweet
And then it changes
When I don’t cross myself with you
Sometimes I can be up like that, when I don’t cross myself with you
Sometimes I can be down like that, when I don’t cross myself with you
Sometimes I can be down like that, when I don’t cross myself with you
I’m dysmorphic in doses
Imagine trying to
Shit out
Twelve red roses
It’s how I do but not everybody knows it
Imagine how I’d feel to be called a promotionalist, a mitt man, an emotionalist
When I don’t cross myself with you
Sometimes I can be up like that, when I don’t cross myself with you
Sometimes I can be down like that, when I don’t cross myself with you
It’s some kind
Psychosis, don’t what you call it, oneness might be the closest
A psychotropic segment so tasteless
it tastes sweet
And then it changes
When I don’t cross myself with you
Sometimes I can be up like that, when I don’t cross myself with you
Sometimes I can be down like that, when I don’t cross myself with you