Brooklyn Gamma

[Verse 1] It ain't as good as it gets If you got holes all over your chest My best day is your worst day "Worst day" is my best phrase That's just what I get Rope squeezing my neck Things I'll forget Lost in my hotel room Ocean on it's way back soon That's what we get Flies licking my face All bets are closed off in this race Break ground, start again Break ground, start again Get what we can get Poison on my plate I love it all the same There's hands on my wrist in the form of a fist In the form of a kiss Light up, light up the sky [Verse 2] Showing off your bed Showing up and get dead Cut open the clone who's wearing all my clothes Well that's just what I get It ain't as good as it gets If you got holes all over your head Window on my table, windows in the rearview And in the palm of my hand in the form of a fist [Hook] Leave some room For the lucky ones Seal our tomb With gifts and gold and brass and bone Leave some doom For the lucky ones Seal our tomb With gifts and gold Light up the sky Light up the sky Light up the sky Light up the sky Light up the sky Light up the sky Light up the sky Light up the sky Light up the sky Light up the sky Leave some room For the lucky ones Light up the sky Light up the sky Doom For the lucky ones