Don't you try me, if you hit the town I'll paint it red And if you decide to hit my phone I'll leave your ass on read Don't keep climbing, I'll go crazy Twist and turn in bed And if you decline my love My molten skin will surely shed Take a picture, crop that nigga out Call me Saint Peter, got a hook for the mount Hear the flicker of the gas to the mouth Graze my dinner in the middle of the drought Take the winner, hit the ranks and the 'bout I'ma be the glimmer in the eyеs and the snout Twelve that shimmеr like a sunlit scout Pigs no printer, no claim, no clout Slum in the sky, spaceship fears I'ma leave a bottle of the stain glass tears Plum in the rye, hopped up peers I'ma leave a gallon of the same old years Sum of the times, bane of the years No antenna on, the moonlit gears Climate dripped up, ice unclear Flames of the piles in the hemisphere Take a picture, crop that nigga out Call me Saint Peter, got a hook for the mount Hear the flicker of the gas to the mouth Graze my dinner in the middle of the drought Take the winner, hit the ranks and the 'bout I'ma be the glimmer in the eyes and the snout Twelve that shimmer like a sunlit scout Pigs no printer, no claim, no clout Don't you try me, if you hit the town I'll paint it red And if you decide to hit my phone I'll leave your ass on read Don't keep climbing, I'll go crazy Twist and turn in bed And if you decline my love My molten skin will surely shed Yeah, I swear you're like my Vegas nights All the vices I'm afraid to fight, stay the night We could light it like sage When the scene is all staged We could burn the last page, and rewrite That's sage advice, I let you pick and I pay the price The plug here I guess we runnin' from the same things That's a great thing I been low, you create wings I see your glow, you luminate Like exit signs to your bedroom I'm facedown in your heirlooms Your legs tight like legumes They good for me They good for me Beautiful and bittersweet Bite my tongue and bite the bullet Life too short to fight the moment Jump up on it (jump on it) Leave me with my miseries Turn my phone on airplane mode And light me like it's propane Blowing through the breeze Before you freeze Over on me can you lean Over and pull me in closer And pitch it to me overhand Love me like it's Notre Dame Quasimodo growing quasi feelings for you I been fiending for you Take a picture, crop that nigga out Call me Saint Peter, got a hook for the mount Hear the flicker of the gas to the mouth Graze my dinner in the middle of the drought Take the winner, hit the ranks and the 'bout I'ma be the glimmer in the eyes and the snout Twelve that shimmer like a sunlit scout Pigs no printer, no claim, no clout