la vie en rose

Baby, I know we're world's apart But I got chaos, inside my heart Honestly, I don't know where to start Maybe I need time to cathart Baby, I know we're world's apart But I got chaos, inside my heart Honestly, I don't know where to start Maybe I need time to cathart Late night reflections, in La Vie en Rose Ray Charles, lost kings, please hold me close Those who say the least, usually do the most Cigarettes after sex and a house on the coast United in grief, turn my funeral to a moshpit You call me 'obnoxious', you tell me I'm 'toxic' Gasping for air, got me feeling hypoxic Perform for a crowd, hips looking hypnotic Skin growing callus, but so is my soul Keep it all moving, I'm a celestial pole I keep spitting fire, hearts blacker then coal Real and fake, ponder when I stroll Baby, I know we're world's apart But I got chaos, inside my heart Honestly, I don't know where to start Maybe I need time to cathart Baby, I know we're world's apart But I got chaos, inside my heart Honestly, I don't know where to start Maybe I need time to cathart EMT's carrying babies, like surrogate mothers Policing are thought, moving like BIG BROTHER Lyrics stuck in my throat, but I do not stutter I am who I am, I don't wanna be another Intrusive thoughts, in the eternal sunshine Melancholic poems about what once was mine Choppy and unruly, they are my Clementine Up and down, folded clothes at the shoreline Strands of hair in my eyes, yet I still see clearly Screaming and shouting, yet you do not hear me Stay away when I'm like this, don't come near me Cause when I'm on this mic, they all fucking fear me Baby, I know we're world's apart But I got chaos, inside my heart Honestly, I don't know where to start Maybe I need time to cathart Baby, I know we're world's apart But I got chaos, inside my heart Honestly, I don't know where to start Maybe I need time to cathart Grew up old, never was I young Preaching and prayin, every song that I've sung Grew up old, never was I young Preaching and prayin, every song that I've sung Loves my cadence, that's why I'm on her playlist We're in the age of ice, no continental drift Late night's in the stu, the graveyard shift Layin' on my bed, watching what you've missed Had a king, shuffled her deck, now she's got a joker Tattoo on my neck, of that black and pink choker She called me "mediocre", "the voice of a smoker" I built her and broke her, I'm the king of October