angeltrippin

i'm sworn in by a ritualized right handed high five    
with baby's blood on it    
been doing me bad so long    
i feel like i'm still being pulled over by a ford L.T.D    
junkyard guard dog chained to the rain    
chewing on out of state license plates    
like fuck yeah      
all this wreckage is mine    
i know it's my own fault    
because i smash with all of hell    
to the point that she thinks i care enough      
to still try to take the time to hide it    
she fuck so good    
it make me feel like i'm a different      
better person    
i got some tie dyed tile    
tainted by her cries    
from her new favorite colors  
she likes to airbrush on her eyes    
i knew she would be the one to get me to ghost    
from the beginning    
like that bridge in beetlejuice    
i'm spitting in my own pocket    
putting my ego on methandrostenelone    
i.v. contraband    
looking through the glare of the mirror    
like i'm a bad penny floating through an aquatic symphony    
not giving a fuck if it saves the children      
this will be the last war whore i've won
this will be the last war
 or whore
i've won