Brick by brick, pound for pound Scoured the forest, devoured by ticks, lend a 20 for a lost sound It’s critical, my conditioning, now listen in, I’m a product of your motive I’m cynical, and wishing when I had the chance, I’d met the quota Looser lips kiss the sky since they blow the smoke Hip dips on baby girl gave a frog mind a leap and croak You toke, I joke, divide a lie so it adds up to truth Get your fill of love on the rocks with sweet vermouth Twist your blunt faster, the bullets will make you move You’re a concept denied, with a view you’d have to prove Kiss me when I’m dying so my soul soars through you Love me when I’m lying, cause it’s always some kind of true Some kind of true Not lying to you Just tryna prove My point of view Want you to see Here in love with you
