Текст песни I (feat. Sal) - Gao the Arsonist

Eyes roll in my skull 'til the whites show
Why does he try so hard? To find gold in this mangled soul
Had to buy a pulse for his Styrofoam heart

The boy is stitching coins to his bare skin
Run from the huntsman
Poised to fall asleep in bearskin
Fingertips moist thinking if he's worth a person's
Second-hand price at least

Wish he would admire me
Dipped the wound in iodine praises
Losing faith became piety
Value seeping like the riots bleed patience

Maybe he should staple a couple labels to his face
Slip the silverware between his shoulder blades to play it safe
Understand what it's like to hate your own saliva's taste
Hypocrite
Picture sinners at the table saying grace
If he paint "love yourself" as the goal
He the same one who wants to buckle belts to his throat
If the works make the man like the pelts make the coat
Better off tryna figure out which organs sell the most
Yeah the stones and the sticks may have broken a rib
Or a bone in a limb
Took a blow to the shins, now he rolling in piss
Lover rolling a spliff
Now he choke on the cigarette smoke from a kiss
Any remnant of penny-worth was thrown in abyss
Emotions hold with a grip like a boa constricts
Nigga's toes on they tips
To get over his issues
Tissues to bills, nigga falls when he slips

Utter worthless words, come up from the stomach to the tongue
Sudden urge to burn closets full of skeletons
He's dug up, hung up, fabrics that feel foolish on me
Charcoal bones but they have jewels for bodies