Hell/High Water

Pretty boys, I put on my sleeve

Less I wear the less I grieve

You prefer two than three

Baby pretend like it's not a spree

Tale of drunkard and drinks on his hand

Dilla's absence and drunk drum

Cigarette drag, and you're spacing out

What a waste not to find what's that all about

Told I don't know what I want

Told I'm too proud

Pretty girls, I hide in my closet—

Educe me I've been a Taygete

I'm at sixes and sevens

Baby pretend I don't want heaven

Tale of rain on my pride—

Parade in cars my heart not somewhere right

Cigarette drag, and you're spacing out

Do that thing, we're sobering up

Told I don't know what I want

Told I'm too proud

I'll be on all fours

Nod to both things