Music Is My Mistress

[Chorus] Black veil, no sleep, infected, dirty Pleasure starts to make me worry, caution lines getting blurry Grim tales, lonely, checkered, birdy Smoke appears to make a journey, everything is looking murky Demons, locus, burning, potions Summer started and I’m frozen, know I’m weak with my emotions Cookies, choke us, split through oceans Animate my own motions, one frame with no focus [Verse 1] Grow my own clouds, harvest thunder in the rain With the holes in my umbrella leaving more than just a stain If submission is my mistress then temptation I abstain Clearing scum that’s undercover and still lingers in my drain Thin skin, thin mints, heavy smoke, lotta gin Porcelain without a rim, all net it’s going in Fried shrimp, red squint, devil kiss, born in sin Double dip, bucket binge, any side could really win Broad-stroke chauffeur, broad strokes with no words Dueling mirror images purged So I slay the phantom you swerve Arrow turning in to a curve So I bow to a bow on a ship reciting a curse Dutchman tailors me a new verse But some day like a mermaid maybe it could just merge Melting pot I make it stir till this witch brew glows Chasing waves is to tow every influence you know I won't sink inside a flow that I weathered from the blow so [Chorus] Black veil, no sleep, infected, dirty Pleasure starts to make me worry, caution lines getting blurry Grim tales, lonely, checkered, birdy Smoke appears to make a journey, everything is looking murky Demons, locus, burning, potions Summer started and I’m frozen, know I’m weak with my emotions Cookies, choke us, split through oceans Animate my own motions, one frame with no focus [Verse 2] Fake ass rappers, all off topic Internet filters claiming they’re all prophets Lames who facilitate a faucet with water Could never lecture me about what really makes you stronger Thinking that you’re different cuz you’re black and wear converse Hipster ass lames that are trap music converts Blood sucking parasites apparent if you ponder Duplicates of duplicates an army made of cargittes Claiming to be martians without unique features So you feature with each other on this clout hopping procedure Rapping formulaic leisure from these weaning bottom feeders If you never push the meter you remain inside a bottle A ship to sail synthetic glass clairvoyant of tomorrow The future soon predictable for sales is surely hollow Prone to expectations that a common whore will swallow So your brand new Murcielago an illusion cruising treadmills [Chorus]