I ride the mood
Baby little tween
Mood riding
Riding on your dick
The only vice I’ve left
I will get sick of it

I still smoke cigarettes

Look at the internet



What if the pills I take

Will stop me getting wet

I used to be inspired

Used to feel something

I used to fight the feeling always let it win



So arrogant

Baby little tween

Surfing in the mids

I am how I'm perceived

Now baby little tween

Surfing in the mids

Doesn't know shit

I don't know shit



And I ride (What if the pills I take)

Baby little tween (Will stop me getting wet)

Mood riding (I used to be inspired)

Riding on your dick (Used to feel something)

The only vice I've left (I used to fight the feeling always let it win)

I will get sick of it



So arrogant

Baby little tween

Surfing in the mids

Am I gonna miss my brain?

Am I gonna miss my brain?

Am I gonna miss my brain?





There is a river

There is a river and it squint

With your ears

Wrestled plastic bag grease

Green and void wavering lamp

But I ditch into a Uber driver

Pick up an object, think it's something

Memory in a dream becomes never

She says she swallows the loudly year

Like a big gulp

Two years glues in her life

I want to tell her I lost my virginity to natural born killers

But I'm beat between those fault and mold

Just to sit there for a while

Grilled, breakfast, lunch, diner

Beer and soda

Lavender, cashmere

But the key send and avoid the white laugh at the station