I said to you, why did you do it? Touch the glass, I feel you through it Against the wall, with the bracelet on You look bizarre in the apricot You think that your space gold Your wound, it goes to cold Fuck that shit, now I go My way and you go yours Gotta be all that cocoa, ay Playing too much of that cheap tea, ay Playing too much of that Dr. Dre Boom, quake, witcher, get the gun from A Really think that metal gonna make you safe Playing peek-a-boo with the devil these days Black cap, black with the trench coat, ay Living in the valley, gotten corn on tapes Living in the valley, gotten corn on You think that your space gold Your wound, it goes to cold Fuck that shit, now I go My way and you go yours Well, you're bored of genders, nuns Of being alone, no mama home A bad divorce, so sad we can't afford the clothes Our heroes own Remember when you stole Mom's old geometro You wore her old bathrobe Too small to see the world We were just two Texas toddlers Pokemon and bottle rockets Dunkaroos and real monsters Capricorns dry in the bottle You think that your space gold Your wound, it goes to cold Fuck that shit, now I go My way and you go yours Heard you were looking up the cookbook names Cutting to the break of your bedroom door frames Super villain with a manifesto dang Gotta say I'm pretty glad they caught you, man Get back to the kickball days Scared to hold hands at school disco days 007, Nintendo games Burnt hot pockets in the microwave You think that your space gold Your wound, it goes to cold Fuck that shit, now I go My way and you go yours Heard you were looking up the cookbook names Cutting to the break of your bedroom door frames