cobra Lyrics

Fuck being modest

Do you listen to the sonnets?

I need a break from my conscious

Peeling at the snake skin on my hands

Fuck being modest

Do you listen to the sonnets?

I need a break from my conscious

Peeling at the snake skin on my hands

Even if I'm drunk, no matter what

I'm gon' be honest

I don't need advice

From mother fuckers who ain't lost it

Yeah, baby, we're beyond this

What's a hidden hill to these mountains?

Do you want a jacket

'Cause this about to get cold

Runnin' to the storm

Can't wait for the wind blow

But I love you

Put that shit on my soul

I'm sorry I'm so numb

And get quiet more than I don't

I don't know how to love

Sometimes, I don't know how to trust

The past will not be catchin' up

Pink moon dreams where they couldn't find us

She a rager

Think I need a monochrome

I won't change up

Always keep it monotone

Don't wanna stay home I need a rain coat

It's stormin' need to lay low

Show me something new

Girl, you put me in the mood

We was up at two twenty two

I was makin' you moan

You don't like being told what to do

But you know what to do

Within or without you

I love your tattoo

Fuck being modest

Listen to the sonnets

I need a break from my conscious

Snake skin on my hands

No matter what I'm gon' be honest

I don't need advice

From mother fuckers who ain't lost it

Yeah, baby, we're beyond this (Got me in a wad)

What's a hidden hill to these mountains

Yeah I like that shit (Oh, oh)

Bring my shit back in, bring my shit back in

Ahh, go, go

Second wind but I could never get enough (Run that shit)

Left the city but I'm king of my town (We gon' run this shit)