LYRICS:
Lil mama, you burn weed like it’s rubbed sage
Then hit the club scene ‘til it’s Sunday
You don’t get much sleep
Baby you’re such a machine
It’s scarlet and sweet, it’s a strawberry swing
I can’t feel a thing, my heart’s made of string
Ought to flee the scene before my demons start leeching
But the hard part’s leaving, the scars start bleeding

This shit made me tear up and I don’t really feel much
I set fire to grapevine, high climbing wisteria 
Mind in delirium from all of this hysteria
Beam me up with helium, I wanna leave the area
Because the demons reach onto the fiends of America
We’re already six feet deep before our burials
And that’s why the angels don’t know where to carry us
But our particles gonna molt then glow into fairy dust

When I puff haze I fight my demons like it’s rubbed sage
I’d quit the nic but feel I need it but my lungs ache
Imma pour pink into my drink ‘til Easter Sunday
I need a savior, a queen, a Zendaya
You still look good with no makeup
And a breakout after a break up
But don’t stay around if it ain’t the same love
You’re the creature’s creator
A real freak of nature

When you puff haze you fight your demons like it’s rubbed sage
Then hit the club scene from Friday to Sunday
Then punch your time while hungover on a Monday
You don’t want shine, you like avoiding all the sun

You’re the creature’s creator, a freak of nature
There’s beauty in the beast
I just cannot tame her
No more time to savor
I cannot save her

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I think you should get away
You don’t need to feel my pain

I get lovestruck by rekindled flames
But it’s lust buzz, they all get away
Just my dumb luck, another scribbled page
Troubled, puzzled by my riddled fate
I’m a mutt pup muzzled
Can’t feel the muscles in my face
I’m nothing but trouble
I detonate then set ablaze
Pyromania, I’m made of flame

That’s why I think you should get away
You don’t need to feel my pain
On the interstate I let the ceiling vent
While the wind incinerate my cigarette
Ashed up dinner plate, never dinner guests
Pad for illustration when I feel depressed
Gas no ventilation, I’m a silhouette
I’ll ride Godspeed into oblivion

The sun rays paint such a radiant image
It adjusts my circadian rhythm
But I still stay up late because my brain is a prison
I’m a cicada, can’t seem to shake off my skin
I lay awake while I wade in the wake of the wave
On the weight of the wind
Cradle to the grave, prenatal to the fate
I came a long way just to cave in (fin)

Strawberry Swing (prod. Sebastian Kamae x coldbrew)

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