zurya montenegro – William Utermohlen 1991 Lyrics

William Utermohlen 1991 – zurya montenegro Lyrics

My headpiece fragments on the floor

Paranormal as a motherfuckin' ghost (Yeah)

Get so high early in the mornin'

When she leave, bet the panties on pneumonia (Yeah)

In the city where they toast the ravioli

I don't really give a fuck if you knew it

Drop dead rock bottom, I forgot my face

Going crazy on the south of St. Louis

Isolated my plans, like I kick it with Wilson

I see a face or facade in the mirror

So I cast away from the thought of depiction

I grab the brush, my brain be the canvas

The voices inside make it harder to listen

I wish I done paid attention more

Fuck instructions or directions for?

(Put this shit on God man)

I swear I'ma do better the next time

Maybe I won't, I never know

Shawty fitted with a badge, went federal

Ironic 'cause I cuffed, then I sent her home

Look in mirror, where did the reflection go?

I done put myself up on a pedestal

Told myself I won't cry out for help at all

Even if the emergency medical

Keep quiet, can't talk about it in the moment, yeah

Don't think about it, if you think about it, come show me

You are supposed to remember the ways that I've changed

Remember my face through the paint

And I'm sorry I caught you inside of my head

'Cause I'd much rather know you if you're broken instead

J with a dot and a dot at the end

That's me, that's you, that's half of your friends

I ain't wanna say you got nobody else but

I'm just a little bit baffled you went

Coming and going, you feel like the tax man

Fucking with boys that look like they wear AXE, man

Slip through the cracks, you movin' like Aladdin

I guess I'll eat the magic carpet off Jasmine

Can you imagine? Good interaction

I guess you couldn't, you got no damn passions

Your face disfigured, I figured no action

Your summer sum up to lots of subtractions

Damn, how that happen? You got to crackin'

Now I be crackin' a smile, reaction

Ain't it so funny? Defiled attraction

I ain't done running this track, bitch, I'm gappin'

On my birthday, I was thinking bout' you

Watching YouTube videos bout' how to

Get you out my head up, get you out my head, like

Get you up out of my head like, get you, uh

My next birthday, I'll be thinking bout' you

And how you were just a waste of time

Maybe it was me that crossed a line

But we could've made it if you wasn't switchin' si—

Late nights staying up fucked my attendance

A tenant to my mind, conversations I connected

A sentence to life, that's what it felt like when you said it

Like "Maybe we could make it work," then maybe we could make it work

Robots twitchin', jerkin', I was, itchin', irking

Fuck it, I might just admit that I would draw you when I'm panicking

Songs will never see the sun, they will never tan again

If I wear your clothes to understand you, am I mannequin?

If you see that man again, can you ask him to write you a song?

Maybe it's better than mine, I know we ain't get along, I had my envy disguised

Same lifespan as your pulchritude, It's refusing to die

Understand I've been so confused if i'm doing it right

I ain't plan for blowing a fuse or going to euphoria, falling for you

Now the party's over, and pins that held you closer have you popping balloons

On my birthday, I was thinking bout' you

Watching stupid videos bout' how to, how to get you out my head

How to get you out my head, how— get you out my head, oh

My next birthday, I'll be thinking bout' you

And I'll wish for you for the last time