[Verse 1]
Single fold sick insert design in junk
Grocery bag sleeve all the colours drunk
Texts of confusion and joy
Pink plastic pressing for bratfink

[Chorus]
That's right
He's gone
Wrapped up
Chiffon
Sealed tight
Hung up
Street mouth
Sad pup

[Verse 2]
Shards of sweetshine of voice and flute
Street mouth decodes the blues-king dude
Girlfriends will love the way we clip
Our split release on the thrash man

[Chorus]
On top
A drop
Fake blood
Fresh mud
They're gone
For good
Except
This one
[Verse 3]
Howling scriptures to the mother earth
O mother Africa awake your son
To all the mommas with the money eyes
This kind of love comes as no surprise

[Bridge]
Caught shadow
In sex meadow
Little darlings describe the scene
Purring notions of the dripping dream
We've been searching for the cream dream wax
Lathe killers make the meters crack

Caught shadow
In sex meadow
Purring notions of the dripping dream
The kind of girls with the money eyes
Howling scriptures to the mother earth
Oh mother Africa awake your son

Caught shadow
In sex meadow
Little darlings describe the scene
To all the mommas with the money eyes
Purring notions of the dripping dream
This kind of love comes in any size
[Verse 4]
Sensation shaking us from sleep
Hey Ethiopia, we're free
The dripping dream in cream-of-wax
Disk drops from your hand and it cracks