She Don't Know Why She Love It (Bonus Track)

Lyrics for She Don't Know Why She Love It (Bonus Track)

Liar, you don't live nothing like your photo Soft like a marshmallow, heart pumps cocoa I put my hood up to look like a cobra Minnesota make moves like a poker No joker, shake up the snow globe Blow me on a roller coaster at Como I'm at the grocery store in my bathrobe Bad bad daddy and I still ain't plateaued Southsider, pied piper Settin' traps for the rats in the choir Big Slug got love for hire With the turntables up on the drum riser Now let your momma admire this rhyme writer While I catch last dance at the Lamplighter Don't ever fight the desire to kill a spider If it bit the hand of a vampire (She don't know why she love it) I'm on top of the world Watch the waves (She don't know why she love it) I'm at a truck stop, about to cop some shades (She don't know why she love it) I'm at the horse track, blacked out backstage (She don't know why she love it) There's a time and place to stop riding the brakes (She don't know why she love it) Everything looks blurry to us We not certain what we workin' to touch Might remind you of an ordinary person but I'm the shit, I get followed by a courtesy flush Compel, the clientele To get in line and smell what I'm tryna to sell And if I cry it's not a cry for help I live my life like I'm alive and well So what if I, could justify the jump just to fly What if we don't get another try? Skydive to survive Hands up high we about to go live The first to hate it is just the last to taste it I'm tryna see past your makeshift Face mask made of cheap masking tape Sedate and then we amputate So you mad now? So you mad now? I can see it in your eyes all that pain weighing heavy (Ha) Cause it's my way obvious, one fifty down the highway (Fuck it) She don't know why she love it