Thank You For The Heartbreak

Imma start smooth, by here Lost in my mood My feeling disappear It's that what I really wanted ? I'm leaving it out cause myself is revealed Writing some song on my own glockenspiel Letting my feel rage like good buccaneers Feeling let down by my own musketeer Tearing my heart aka Ezekiel (When I be) Feeling my heart on the pump (pump) My heart's like a bag trash left on the dump (dump dump) Look in your eyes feel's like diving in sky's With a tab that get high who's assigned to my tongue (my tongue) And you can also feel numb (kiss me) Spending the day in the bed cause there's no where to run, we'll stay here and have fun We'll stay here and say none Maybe I'm the problem Or the clear lack of wisdom (wisdom) It's all about the rythm (rythm) It's all about the freedom (freedom) We can acuse eve and Adam (and Adam) Even tho we both know it's ain't it (it ain't it) So we rather both numb in liquid (in liquid) But I rather spice it up with afghans (kush) Learning thing, I'm reading books, (books) Alone in my head, I'm singing hooks (hooks) Burning my hairs with the weed I cook (cook) There's not such thing as halfway crooks Thank you for the heartbreak You made my lyrics sound great We were used to taking on the phone Till the day you let me alone Made believe that we were outgrown So now I yell it in a microphone Getting high sniffing provolone Never said I run out pheromones Thought our love was maid of cobblestone You even said that we were monotone, bitch Had my cigarette pack next to to the the book I was writing on facts (was writing on facts) Want a platinum plaque, to roll up my joint just sit and relax (sit back) Thrifting soundtrack, melodic daydream, just to setback, Myself as maniac, Throwing you away to find a nymphomaniac Starting at the bottom were megalomaniac (Cause I be) Reaching the top the world Aiming the love that is whirled I know yourself as one word So let's get go deep underworld You can't go back when your hurled Try to make ourself so merged Till the eavesdrop See these raindrops ? Should a bet at the laughing stock Yeah fine should a bet that this was the plot But again I regret I haven't shoot my shot You know, I'm sure we should have seen us that night, f*ck the rain Thank you for the heartbreak You made my lyrics sound great We were used to taking on the phone Till the day you let me alone Made believe that we were outgrown So now I yell it in a microphone Getting high sniffing provolone Never said I run out pheromones Thought our love was maid of cobblestone You even said that we were monotone, bitch