Before I came in the shop
I was immune to the clock
Before I painted the walls
I was assuming a lot
Before I had the withdrawals
I wasn't doing a lot
Before I gave her a smirk
She told me I was the
I'm picking drills from a box
I'm pulling pigs from the pen
I'm praying Cammy was cropped
I'm saying pan it to them
Maria's my only friend
My face is looking real sheer
I keep on regressing back at rates of one or two beers
But
But this is only real within a box
I locked it
That key was swallowed by a bigger box
I locked it
And truth is without skin
But flesh is a glimpse
I am all
I paint a portrait just to jump in
'Cause I'm cool like that
Yeah, I'm cool like that
Yeah, I'm cool like that
Yeah, I'm cool like that
I gotta pick a new glass to revolve around
This one is getting foggy, I'ma leave it now
I'm smashing it upon the ground