Punks and Potions

Walk is the potions Cords and commotion Handbags snatched out walls when they're open Hits big city six drawn to the ocean All down torn for Born to be broken Glues in the eyelids Used to be stylish Movement lies on a zoom full of mind shift Night vision flight vision Soon is it by lips We need nothing and we choose to be like this Girls hurrying for sons and for husbands Bad boys worrying that mums don't love them Plans and scams And how you gonna fund them Is all gone wrong but I candid in London Is it worth it? Pitch perfect Risk further but itching to nurse it Pick purses, nick curses Make ways to pay to kick verses Talk from the chest All short with the best He was caught in the mesh Short shorts and a vest If the bait's not taken The bait's not bacon Change your ways and mistakes you're making Nakedly waiting and patiently aching He's made some mistakes with a taste for the chasing Wasted it all out there Do you think they'd care? Oh oh ooh oh ooh oooh oooh oooh oooh x4 Lost in the punks Junk off to the lungs Put a boy with his backpack Snacks in the lunch box One stop Don't cop Jack rack blind cop Cuff bunds one tryna … on Places don't make no sense for the winner and stompers Ain't no rest in the crunch of monsters Nonsense Gotta make do Gotta make-paches (?) Bake cakes Gotta get through Aah…