Hell/High Water

Pretty boys, I put on my sleeve
Less I wear the less I grieve
You prefer two than three
Baby pretend like it’s not a spree
Tale of drunkard and drinks on his hand
Dilla’s absence and drunk drum
Cigarette drag, and you’re spacing out
What a waste not to find what’s that all about
Told I don’t know what I want
Told I’m too proud
Pretty girls, I hide in my closet—
Educe me I’ve been a Taygete
I’m at sixes and sevens
Baby pretend I don’t want heaven
Tale of rain on my pride—
Parade in cars my heart not somewhere right
Cigarette drag, and you’re spacing out
Do that thing, we’re sobering up
Told I don’t know what I want
Told I’m too proud
I’ll be on all fours
Nod to both things