Help
When your beak is full of ketamine
And your screaming with the windows rolled down
the foam around your mouth it reeks
I’m here to wash it
Girl
I think you need paid relief
Been cleaning all the stains off the ground
I’m hiding in the floors beneath
Im here to watch it
Slow down and keep my name out your mouth
Could burn your lot to the ground
Just to hear the sound
Of you crying
Well
Stop peaking through your magazines
Think you need to stay off the prowl
It’s piling Through you’re crooked teeth
I’m here to floss i