Shakey archery Lazy stretch marks the best of me Maybe I'll bite my tongue off to taste the concrete Milk the sky I'm trying to discover the colors too wild to describe with words Because I just want to taste them I'm too gone to reason Too broke to reply I wanna feel wavy just to be happy You got me knocked out dressed on the floor I never had a bad trip before, now I'm shook Take this with a grain of salt until the bitter pill hits you Then just think about it I've got four twenties in my pocket Quick shift then I got it. Blood straight to my sockets If the ember burns like the end of the world Ice cold on a dime I don't care if it hurts Cough it up I wanna feel wavy just to be happy You got me knocked out dressed on the floor I never had a bad trip before, now I'm shook Take this with a grain of salt until the bitter pill hits you Then just think about it When it kills me, leave my body on the loveseat smiling