molly cool

wise men couldn't see it in their dreams

but up rose the poets from the speed cleans

and the weed fiends

speakings dissected

deciphered by the undernourished purists

no longer is it a get over situation

what are you really saying?

what are you really saying?

what are you really saying?

do you think she's listening?

if it makes you feel better

go head

make me feel small

i know what you're up to

baby

build your wall

you think you've seen it all?

and life has no surprises

until you call out my name and return you get

she's a high plains drifter

loner

baby's a rebel

cool disposition getcha

shows you new level

crazy

abrasive

enough to make me wanna taste it

to figure out what makes it tick

so i can dig it out and break it

curiosity killed the cat

but liquor helped me build back all of the confidence stripped

intrigued by the fact that she could fuck

shower and bounce out my house like that

left me sleeping with my doubts

okay

wait i know her skeeze

self-inspired detachment

keeps her cold like a breeze

she needs a heated passion

good bedroom stabbin'

break your back kinda fun

wild

buck

turn the beats up

i'm loud when i cum

and outta no where

she says

word