You. by Theory2 Lyrics
[Intro]
It's like, using a sixth sense
To paint a picture that doesn't exist
[Verse 1]
Past a puff of perfume, the winner when my words lose
Your skin is loose, I love you
Falling into Andy Sundwells, chained together in our own Hell
This room is dark, we cause a spark, oscillating through obscurity
Your beauty I paint it perfectly, and you know how much it's hurting me
When your eyes loose all emotion and you fall apart so worthlessly
Nothings worth the trip to see, exactly what this LSD, will do you and me
And no I cannot fucking breathe, do you know how much you meant to me?
I love the way your hair gently dances on your head, and I'll always watch you 'til I fall awake and end up dead
Slurpin' on formaldehyde needles, soul is evil
I'm holding your hand through barb-wire fences screaming
And knocking ashes to caskets to baskets with little cause, it's..
Poltergeist. Shotgun-surgeon, words kinda perfect
And these faggots just ain't worth it
[Hook: Frank Ocean]
And it always follows Autumn
No home for the weak
No insurance for your pride
Jive, nigga
And it always follows Autumn
Bust out the batch, your ass is in my grasp
Head is hurtin' lets take a nap;
Fall asleep, rewind a track, I'm snapping on an average pack
I got your body in my grip, eyes roll back
While you're choking on some spit, and a dick!
We sick as shit fuckin' 10 bitches rather quick
In the bedroom, you're out of headroom
As my tip penetrates into your womb
The cul-de-sac said our love smells
So now they're, poised to destroy like Rumsfeld
Fuck the cop, with pop rocks
Drop 'em in some soda and watch those cocks stop
So now as they're about to bust in
I take one last loving pass, at your skin
They say this behavior is common in a freak
But now I'm known as the creep with a corpse in his sheets
There's no escaping, my search for salvation
There is a flood of blood, that I have slept in
Crept in, deep inside your crypt
With a dead-limp for breakfast, bitch
So watch what in the fuck you say to me
I'm filleting dudes aimlessly
Painless, it's in vain to see
So go 'head and skitter on down
As I make abstract art of every murder across town
It's the goddamn poltergeist
Playing with some throwing knives
Jerking off with glowing eyes
Making truths out of all these lies
No surprise, killing myself inside
[Hook: Frank Ocean]
And it always follows Autumn
No home for the weak
No insurance for your pride
Jive, nigga
And it always follows Autumn
It's like, using a sixth sense
To paint a picture that doesn't exist
[Verse 1]
Past a puff of perfume, the winner when my words lose
Your skin is loose, I love you
Falling into Andy Sundwells, chained together in our own Hell
This room is dark, we cause a spark, oscillating through obscurity
Your beauty I paint it perfectly, and you know how much it's hurting me
When your eyes loose all emotion and you fall apart so worthlessly
Nothings worth the trip to see, exactly what this LSD, will do you and me
And no I cannot fucking breathe, do you know how much you meant to me?
I love the way your hair gently dances on your head, and I'll always watch you 'til I fall awake and end up dead
Slurpin' on formaldehyde needles, soul is evil
I'm holding your hand through barb-wire fences screaming
And knocking ashes to caskets to baskets with little cause, it's..
Poltergeist. Shotgun-surgeon, words kinda perfect
And these faggots just ain't worth it
[Hook: Frank Ocean]
And it always follows Autumn
No home for the weak
No insurance for your pride
Jive, nigga
And it always follows Autumn
Bust out the batch, your ass is in my grasp
Head is hurtin' lets take a nap;
Fall asleep, rewind a track, I'm snapping on an average pack
I got your body in my grip, eyes roll back
While you're choking on some spit, and a dick!
We sick as shit fuckin' 10 bitches rather quick
In the bedroom, you're out of headroom
As my tip penetrates into your womb
The cul-de-sac said our love smells
So now they're, poised to destroy like Rumsfeld
Fuck the cop, with pop rocks
Drop 'em in some soda and watch those cocks stop
So now as they're about to bust in
I take one last loving pass, at your skin
They say this behavior is common in a freak
But now I'm known as the creep with a corpse in his sheets
There's no escaping, my search for salvation
There is a flood of blood, that I have slept in
Crept in, deep inside your crypt
With a dead-limp for breakfast, bitch
So watch what in the fuck you say to me
I'm filleting dudes aimlessly
Painless, it's in vain to see
So go 'head and skitter on down
As I make abstract art of every murder across town
It's the goddamn poltergeist
Playing with some throwing knives
Jerking off with glowing eyes
Making truths out of all these lies
No surprise, killing myself inside
[Hook: Frank Ocean]
And it always follows Autumn
No home for the weak
No insurance for your pride
Jive, nigga
And it always follows Autumn