Park the going, park the going, park the going, park the going, park, park, park, park
Ghosts of Christmas parting, park the going, where it's haunting, trees will speak to you, go taunting
Like you swallow sour carton, of that milk you end up starving
You ain't eating, days of partying, all the hunger pains for nothing
But you gnawing on the carcass, of a bird you flip off starting
All that shit before you darting, cause you bored of what's going to happen
So you comatose your actions, cauterize, and close your gashes
Gather round to heed my telling, I don't tell the lies I'm feeling
That's inside where I've been feeling, funny thoughts when I've been steering
Maybe crashing to Adira's, little dough insurance sears
In the surest way I'm nearing, like I'm puring out no caring
Cause I'm needing my fresh airing, a bad bitch should look like Shira
Stack with racks and stack the feelings, ain't a status I'm not playing
I get high for like the days, demonstrate my darkest ways
While enlightenment sparks a blaze, better wait to cop and shake
Got an ounce for what it take, house to hide up, come out play
Paving grass ain't f*cking fake
Come out, grass is green
Place is paved and looking clean
Come out, gasoline
We can light it in the streets
Come out, grass is green
Place is paved and looking clean
Come out, gasoline
We can light it in the streets