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