(Hook)
How nobody came to the graveyard?
Too early to lock it up
The ghosts are leaving the basement
At least according to Gaiman
There’s a bead of sweat on your forehead
Wipe it off and lay on the foam bed
Close the eyes, create a dream
While I set the mood lighting
Drifting away as I crawl from your legs
Turn it all off, we can get on (ah ah ah ah ah ah)
Woah
The heart beats slow
Freaky Friday show
With no windows
You bloom below
Aye, woah
How you know I won’t go psycho?
How you know I won’t go psycho?
Feeling like I took too much Tylenol
Enough to make me think wild thoughts
Let the first one exist while I’m raw
Let the first one exist while I’m raw
Go ‘head, do the psychoromp!
Go ‘head, do the psychoromp!
(Verse 1)
California high on the blazer, lazy trader
Purchase when I do, steal a favor
Hustlers gotta hustle til they famous
Unless you run into hookers, they bankin'
Easier to find ‘em in Vegas
Hunter S Thompson, full relation
Figured as much, bashed by a bunch
Brady tellin’ jokes, whole town got their wager
Damn Lisa when you wink, I get it
Fully turned on in a second, only known by your image
Fancy model with no credits
Schiffer captured with no linens, made outta Powerpuff pigment
Johnny Depp mindin’ his business, fuck wit him ya gotta get thru Tim Burton
We’ll be dead men walkin’, skeleton dance but it’s an orgy
Aye Disney knows it
They all virgins stuck in a closet, now the Mouse drivin’ to my house
Shotty on the belt, primary whipped out, & a stun for safe measure
The games became human nature

(Hook)
How nobody came to the graveyard?
Too early to lock it up
The ghosts are leaving the basement
At least according to Gaiman
There’s a bead of sweat on your forehead
Wipe it off and lay on the foam bed
Close the eyes, create a dream
While I set the mood lighting
Drifting away as I crawl from your legs
Turn it all off, we can get on (ah ah ah ah ah ah)
Woah
The heart beats slow
Freaky Friday show
With no windows
You bloom below
Aye, woah