Taste of His Spit Video (MV)

Ash on the ground
And trash on the TV
And nobody here
To warmly receive me

Call someone up just to do
Something depraved
Why not lean in
If you're beyond being saved?

I wait on Wilshire
For his pick up truck
When cars go too slow
He screams and flips them off

Talk about failure
And being unphased
And how a methhead tattooed
The eagle on his face

Tells me the way I live
Will be catching up
And I that won't be enlightened
By some guy that I f*ck

A bit of us both loves the other a bit
But we don't need to need to say it
We just know it exists
I know that it's true
Cause it's right from his lips
It's in the strength of his grip
And the taste of his spit

Windows would fog
So we roll them down
Make out for the tourists
In Koreatown

He's had a hard life
He's having one still
And I feel ashamed to find
It adds to the thrill

Quit licking boots now
And pull your own up
Cause he could've been me
If he'd had my luck

Wanted a wild ride
And I got a lot
But I'm feeling sick now
I want to get off

A bit of us both love the other a bit
But we don't need to say it
We just know it exists
I know that it's true, cause it's right from his lips
It's in the strength of his grip
And the taste of his spit

A bit of us both love the other a bit
But we don't need to say it
We just know it exists
I know that it's true, cause it's right from his lips
It's in the strength of his grip
And the taste of his spit