Aural For Young Lovers

[Verse 1] Yo up the throttle Might’ve saw us drinking hot sauce out the bottle All our posts promo, I’m smug and perfectly selfish Peep the dream merchant who’s grown allergic to shellfish Hands is all callus from gathering up placebo If I’m not napping, I’m probably battling evil Backstage you could find you a hotshot Find there’s something in common, making Ramen in a crock pot Ya, don’t tempt me Facing Armageddon where the people don’t get me Labelled as a traitor, helping strangers change tyres Soon as I’m deceased, someone will break the ceasefire What’s my way to pay penance? Mean it then I said it in an incomplete sentence Yo, I’m a needy guy I make a really seedy sweetie pie Now, that’s light work I’d never flinch when doctors used to tell me that it might hurt I’d never flinch when it did, how many shifts To get some shit in the fridge? I barely exist I kick a style, that’s a way to file grievance Now sweat how I reacted, I was distracted by a cleavage My inner circle’s all heathens (Breathing) I’ll meet on a snow capped mountain Back away slowly from the coloured-only fountain But I don’t get upset I kick a hole in the speaker, pull the mic then I jet Hopefully in the exit row before I disappear to Mexico Beg your pardon, it’d be hard to make an entrance so bombarded by the X and O Nowadays I hold a lot of music back I’m not really used to that On the fringes of my binges and my purges I’m lost on an excursion where I can’t control my urges Posted up under a beautiful sunset Pointing at the Provence I’m inviting you to come get There’ll be bread made from bananas if my nana’s home Take a picture with a ladder and a camera phone Just in case you don’t know everything Here’s both halves of what’s the haps, got a knack of making heaven sing Demonstrations for a suitable sum By the way your top and bottom’s looking beautiful, one