Pyrite and Rhinestones

[Intro: Speak] Pyramid house Super 3 Art fucking goons [Verse 1: Speak] I’m riding on that trill wave, trying to get my bills paid Ecclectic indie bitches, say I’m colder than that chill wave Frost bite and igloos, deep freeze and snow storms, winters in Denmark, I ain’t trying to keep them hoes warm Rap quotes and fur coats, I’m laying for the season I can testify, that hell is high, because I’m friends with a couple demons They breathe that sulfur, that brimstone, that evil, that fire We’re drinking holy water from a bottle made of iron I’m a sinner, I’m a liar, I’m a healer, I’m a saint I’m everything you’ve never been, I’m everything you ain’t See that paint drip off my canvas, so far from average Blood stains my bandage, it’s so hard to manage The flesh wounds, the typhoons, the rich men, the tycoons They talk fast, they think slow, they live hard, we die soon We get high, we get by, exploring inner space They wanderin’ and squanderin’ life, trying to find they place But they can’t [Hook: Def Sound & Speak] But, they don’t know how and they don’t know why What’s inside, what’s inside (out my mind) But, they don’t know how and they don’t know why What’s inside, what’s inside (they say I’m out my mind) Ha, talk dirty, but you know my verse clean Wave too trill, so you know that my surf’s mean Talk dirty, but you know my verse clean Wave too trill... You know my surf’s, hey [Verse 2: Speak] Too cool for the rich kids, too hood for the hip kids, too hip for my own hood Good lord, I’m a devilish prick, looking for trouble cause I’m no good So I get caught in the low tide, then I get high like a low life Huh When the weed kick in, my whole world spins and I shine like a strobe light Swag Too cold for the icebox, too street for the sidewalk, too slick for the side talk I rock like a death metal band and I stack my guap like a pyramid scam I’m saving all my pennies for some remmy and some henny, and those nasty Nancies who are trying to get friendly We trying to get cozy, cocaine for the nosey I play that average fruit for her and she undresses slowly Slowly, but surely The sun’s up, its early A few more years of nights like this and I’ll be dead by thirty Them black birds and green skies, my clouds are lined with sterling Fool’s gold and rhinestones, them lustful eyes are burning Dirty pictures on the iphone, that passion’s never real Pyrite and rhinestones, they lack authentic feel [Hook: Def Sound & Speak] But, they don’t know how and they don’t know why What’s inside, what’s inside (they say I’m out my mind) But, they don’t know how and they don’t know why What’s inside, what’s inside (I’m fucking out my mind) Ha, talk dirty, but you know my verse clean Wave too trill, so you know that my surf’s mean Talk dirty, but you know my verse clean Wave too trill... You know my surf’s, hey You know my surf’s, hey You know my surf’s, hey