Favorite Song - CYRUS

I feel you coursing through my blood, it’s getting dark up in the tent

All my friends think we made it, we can’t even pay the rent

So, I’ve been working through the night, having seizures I ain’t slept

Sticky glue for the family, this the only way I vent, she said

This my favorite song, she yelling at me now (Jesus)

I’m spilling real blood, my yellow napkin now (Man)

Is candy corn, trying to weather every storm

I took a rose out to sea, fell in love, stuck a thorn up in my back

Still I miss that, we ship wrecked

I’m shit faced, I’m pissed off

This bitch made me hate myself, this way, like damn (Fuck)

I guess I am who I am

I don’t know who he is, but you gon' blink and see some bands

On my mama, never copy nothing, every rapper think that they really buzzing

Same old shit, with the same old style, and we play that shit, like it’s so

damn wild, I swear

But your favorite rapper got a fucking writer, what type of shit is that?

Man, I need a lighter, shoutout Bas, man, I’m too high to riot, right now (Yeah)

Pick of the litter, I’m killing a runt

King of the city, I’m gritty, I risk it, I’m earning my inches, I’m skipping

the punt (Aye)

Hell or high water, I’ll carry my kin

I’d die for my brother, he made me believe that I knew I could swim

If this your favorite song, then let me interject myself

Needles in a haystack, when I find one, might inject myself

I’m blessed, I’m an emotional wreck

I been listening to Bas, so I’m too high to stress

That’s a lie, I’m feeling different

I should act on my suspicions

Letting people take my minutes

When I’m made for this position, mind your business

All your 1099's

And I’m really not that special, I mean I am, but there’s a price

I got sold on my sensations

Got a soul that’s not for taking

And I’m cold as winter weather, colder than a sweater-less jog in late December

I’m so cold I might forgive you

Pull you close and then French kiss you

Bop your nose and hide the tissue

Snap your neck and roll you out the side the whip and make the nearest ditch

your casket

Got a lot of things to bask in

Got eggs in all my baskets

Got a tree that’s got no leaves (You got that right)

Got more wants than I got needs

Having a real hard time grasping things, cause you people out of reach

You a leach inside my sea

I got a lake of things I dream, me I swim until I land in better things

Me I fly I until I fall, in season’s time, I won’t have to give you any reasons

why

I am too designed not to fail

Road so long, I don’t check the mail

Bail so high, I can’t go to jail

Failed enough times it’s a fashion statement, and I look amazing

This a PSA to everybody that says it’s not my year

Every year my year

It was one of my favorite days

It felt like the sun was perfect

You could see the ripples in the water

Everything was fine