I keep my baby in a hearth to wait
I keep my baby in an insulated crate
I keep my baby in a high-security safe
that's ironically built from my own insecurities
I was a boy in a musical box
I was a snowglobe, shaken by my exes 'til the song season stopped
And I was promptly dropped, and chopped 'n screwed
Like every rap album fueled by Codeine and golden tooths
I love you, Dear Insect
Sincerely, Windshield
I turn everything I love into shimmering, chandelier tears
I wanna tell him, "If you think you can talk to her like that,
you're wrong."
But I'm not. And all I've got is some song
I was a boy in a musical box
I was a snowglobe, shaken by my exes 'til the song season stopped
And I was promptly dropped, and chopped 'n screwed
Like every rap album fueled by Codeine and golden tooths
Do you feel
Do you feel
Do you feel
Do you feel too much?
