Tears on Lambo Leather (feat. Orthodox & Adam Easterling)

There's no jugular bleeding out From dull blades So verbose with five-dollar words QWERTY drooled "Milk and honey" in its sleep So we'll see Bores pass the sniffing test with full confidence One day, I'll drip in saccharine too Oh, they don't like you When I add to tracks on roadkill I am no better than the first tread And when I'm called to be the bigger man I couldn't be more erect With visions of John Hurt And his face in a home theater I'll hang all this change off my body Like new car smell, pines still wrapped in cellophane I have never rolled my eyes this far or this hard I have never rolled my eyes this far or this hard But when you rejoice I rejoice as well And when you stutter I pretend to stutter There's no opposite hunting fence For big game Kill me to take my place I wish a motherfucker would Easy money, take the bet See if a motherfucker could The light was never in your eyes No movement in your feet Too shaky to be paralyzed So, sow what you fucking reap I have never rolled my eyes this far or this hard I have never rolled my eyes this far or this hard But when you rejoice I rejoice as well And when you stutter I pretend to stutter There's no jugular bleeding out But to talk across this landmine You deform it like a bear trap And if it runs in circles I can feel myself deflecting Your magic against mine Coldplay lip syncs at halftime Candy paint came from abstinence I won't be swayed to find a loser to worship In condescension dripped dry No holes in one, no pass go's to paradise Tears on my Lambo, on my Mazda, on my F-150 It's all been done before