I can see her, I can see us in my head
Between you and me and April Wine just for the night
I can see us, I can see us in my bed
Underneath just you and me, the sheets
And we let the liquor do the thinking
Now I can see him
Lost like a man with a goal
Parents vacant, a lady chaser and vapid
Mamma loud as the aces is in his bike spoke
But I would, yeah she’s that good
Let the liquor do the thinking
We do the drinking
She’s later than a night of fun
She fuelled, amused by the odour of
She knew them few choice brain cells
But only one
She split between the means on her mind
And the fear of what the mirror wants
She’s on the Kanye Workout Plan
Never short of praise
Short attention span
In and out of gyms
In and out of beds
In and out of debt like loose ends
Malik, bloated on bullshit and defamation
When dad’s no go
Stark training every other weekend
When dad’s no go
Building walls impossible to defend
When dad’s no go
Dark days end in the basement
Back just like a fat Jon Snow
End scene don’t follow me
Want a head in a noose or head in a crown
End scene don’t follow me
Want a head in a noose
And be the heir to a throne
I’m just so glad you brought that up
Cocked back, choke it back and chalked it up
To think about that
It gone and fucked him up like not enough
Thanks for that
I’m just so glad you brought that up
Cocked back, choke it back and chalked it up
To think about that
It gone and fucked him up like not enough
Thanks for that
Drunk as a man with a goal
Passed out on his ass like can-skate
He’s the fat Jon Snow
The King in the north who can't skate
Dangle or deke a urinal puck or piss ring
Those who can’t do can drink
And he’s the shit
He’s dog shit at the loneliest end of the rink
Hit the shower, pre game, crush a few brew
Scrub up then crank one off like head trauma
Dirty valley
Pit party out behind hide Hanmer High
Higher than any power
Higher than any calling
Minds a wasteland of french braids and tight waistbands
Dirty like his old man’s casualties
He’s found guilty of pushing buttons and boundaries
Guilty of following the hoopla
Ne touchez pas, 5 f’s then
Cut her loose like the prune does
He’s overrated, overstated, over-exaggerated
Like his old man insecure, inferior
I can confirm cause I'm his old man
I’m toxic broke glass, a reflective surface
Tantrum had them
Paid dearly for them just like him
Embarrassed by him
But what I fucken did right by him
Is a synonym, reflection of a reflection
Escher’s hand drawing hands
A lot to say nothing to say
Nobody cares just like his old man's old man
I'm just so glad you brought that up
Cocked back choke it back and chalked it up
To think about that it gone and fucked him up
Like not enough thanks for that
I'm just so glad you brought that up
Cocked back choke it back and chalked it up
To think about that it gone and fucked him up
Like not enough thanks for that’s my boy