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