Last One

I thought
Apparently your mother is imperiously infatuated with you instead of your father
Whoa wait a minute doc are you trying to tell me that my mother has got the hots for me
Precisely
Whoa this is heavy

Tranquilizers tapping frantically
On my desk it sits there waiting
In my mind is a fantasy
So beautiful I can't believe I'm envisioning

Look at that (Look at that)
With the sun shining
Nachos and cheese yes please for me
Dippin with the chip during my trip
On acid I take that AZ sip through my lips
Bout to flip a few dollars for my clique tonight
About to go heavy Marty's words for my upcoming robbery
Hell we seek stealthy as I can be creep

Stalking we go in thinking of kidnapping
Falling for it inducing fairly happy
Predators we are out here lurking
Support our local scene
Seen the coyote band at three

Shackles golden teeth isn't peace free know what I mean
Pick it up throw it out its trash you know that yuh
Hold the door I'm out don't know why I have my doubts
These contemplations rise it meets my eyes the flashing lights
Kinda was dumb to steal especially after a young flesh deal
On the same block as the cops building but I know
I'm going to keep running away from the crime scene
Almost out of breath I'm about to quit but don't give up yet

Somehow I escaped that mess
Oh wow there is more in my vest
Pop four see where this takes me
Deep sore inside I eat it all see
Tripping like Bone Stallone's feet
Riding waves float over the heat
Sir fur is on my black coat
Chauffeur I told you don't like coke

As a child
I was wild
Dad thought of less
Now I'm a mess

Tranquilizers tapping frantically
On my desk it sits there waiting
In my mind is a fantasy
So beautiful I can't believe I'm envisioning

Schools with students but without the nuisance
Locker room piss in tubs I can choose this
Turn the water on but not too hot
My nylons are sensitive unlike the slipknot
Take them undies off drop it on the ground
Make a loud splash but I register no sounds

This is the place to be across the sink
Color reflecting back you love you what you see
Creativity of the blood forming by my injuries
Interesting horrid things on the ceiling
This is the call to doomsday whos to say
16 years too late drowning slowly locked in my mind I die
He's laughing at my cries there isn't a second try
As I Close my eyes for the last time