4 Morant Song Lyrics by Com Truise
The beach is a good place to pick up girls because you canReally see what you’re gettingMost beaches are- of chicks
I’ve been moving in backward directionsDuring astral projectionsI plaster my ass on the wall for attentionI need faster connectionsPast is regret, I’d flash from the gemsesIf I didn’t care what my friends did, friends that pretendWanna end when you get bitGet slick, get quick, wanna spend shit
Ends with a sniff or a huff or injectionI can’t handle rejection, stand my reflectionDamn, no one gets itShould I be kind and remind that I’m weak?So I fall more behind every week
I’m the shine once guys take a peek, I cry from my eyes to my feetStairs to the streets, to the gutters, to the seaWhen I mutter in my sleep, I say, “Mother never weep”My brother finds blood, I say, “Shut up ‘fore she sees”Another motherfucking treatWon-wonder will she weep, won-wonder where she be
Thunder on my teeth, spittin’ natural disastersGod told me, “Cat, don’t mess with the past tense”You’re testing the masters, so guess what the fact is, my ex is a bachelorNext, gonna get big checks from the setsNext, from the dancers, next, from the modelsThis Hennessy is cursed, someone hexed all the bottles (someone hexed all the bottles)I swear on my life, I always tryBut in my eyes, I can fly, sigh
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