Smalls

Give me entertainment
Like the shadows on the wall
They look like animals
I’ve never seen, but I recognize them all
When the glory’s fading, and the innocence wore off
I think it more than that, and it’s sorta bad
That you never seem to cough
So let’s make out like lovers do
There’s more to life than getting used
So hold me under, hold my breath
And hold my hand if I go deaf
From the noise
Give me entertainment
Like the shadows on the wall
That look like kitty cats, and it makes me laugh
Because the kitty gets so small
When the glory’s fading, and the high is wearing off
I think it’s more than that, and it’s sorta sad
When you go and call the cops
So let’s make out like lovers do
There’s more to life than getting used
So let’s make out like lovers do
There’s more to life than getting used
To death
Ingest
Whenever you’re depressed
You’re killing me Smalls
You’re killing me Smalls
Let’s take two
To get closer to you, oh, oh
You’re killing me Smalls
You’re killing me Smalls
So let’s make out like lovers do
There’s more to life than getting used to death
You’re killing me Smalls
You’re killing me Smalls
You’re killing me Smalls
You’re killing me Smalls
Gimme entertainment
Like the shadows on the wall
That look like kitty cats, and it makes me laugh
When the kitty gets so small
When the glory’s fading, and the high is wearing off
Kudos to the contraband of the modern man
That never learned to crawl