Mixtape Days

Ah, floor the foreign as the champagne's pouring

'Til the words distorted and we're turnt to mourning

For the sacrifice packed as a past life though the

Passions, lashings last until the flat line

Got your timeline's asses shaking out here

I'm with my partner in crime, ain't flaking out here

Taught by my grandmother that love is built like diamonds are

Bohemia was rougher waters than the siren song

Two hundred sixteen eyes from lynx hid as lambs

Sibling disses, on the brink, had me switching camps

I couldn't make the band, but now I'm making bands

I'm in that faux wool coat tonight and take the Lamb