Wet Canvas

Mustang with a batman paint job on it
No wheels, no plate, false hope, 10 dreams
Toe-tag and box
My paradise, with my damp sleeve and organ sewn on
Lights please, lights please
Ahh yeah somebody turn my hope on
Picture perfect
Where I’m situated is a storm cloud with two golden curtains
A piano key with a noose tied and tightened to murder
My baby dead (my baby)
And if you all fell witness
Eight’O’eight, kill chapter
Guts of the beast is where I stem from
Took, blood off the leaf and laced my Ink on
Cut, down that tree to make my page from
Not a Jesus-piece couldn’t save you
Nothing but where sheets drip-drip-drip floss
Cut this sleeve break-break wrists off
I leak, I leak what the page feeds off
Dot x4.
Mustang with a batman paint job on it
No wheels, no plate, false hope, 10 dreams
Toe-tag and box
Home with you, you make me feel like…
Bad like say my kicks could kick down buildings
Sail my pirate ship on concrete
Hold these anchors if you feel me
Feel me! fly my kite in backdrops
With weather forever stormy
In my garage with my Yamaha’s
Bumping some comfort for me
Uh
Home with you, you make me feel like I am home again, again
And I’m at home with you…