I was day-dreaming at a hundred
Caught up in all of the drama
And all of the fuss
Caught by the LA hex hanging above us
Like a drone
Like a God
Magicking shit into something I dunno what
I dunno what
But I know that once I was fresh blood
And now I know that I’m not


I still got my ways you know
I still got my ways
I still got my ways you know


1-2-3-or 4


The city got witchy all of a sudden
All of the blocks dried up and lost
Like you and me
On rough seas
Ghost yachts
Bumping alone in the docks


And still all these girls want your pity
Like non-stop
It’s hard to watch
You all smitten and twitching
With butterflies in your cock
Hitting your PIN til you drop
I mean...


Whatever ammo you got I guess
I mean...
Whatever ammo you got
Pretty much


But I still got my ways you know
I still got my ways
I still got my ways you know
I still got my ways

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