Panic Attacks in Paradise / Maggots

Panic Attacks in Paradise

Lyrics:
I hate plain ole lettuce, I eat salad with a dressing
You can't find my palace, I requested no addressing
I ain't got no problems that I think are worth addressing
You are just a pair of hands that I call to undress me
Undress me
Unzip my dress please
Impress me
On my mattress (king)
Talk is cheap
Good we ain't talking
Cause apparently

I'm a whore
Least that's what you yelled stomping out my door
You said that 1-2-3 times, maybe 4
Lookie here you're coming back for more and more and more
Oh, sure
But this time ain't free so pay me at the door
I'm thinking 1-2-3k but maybe 4
You're lucky I ain't asking you for more and more and more
Cause I'm a whore
Cause I'm a whore

Say you won't say that again, well isn't that refreshing?
Sounding like a sinner wants forgiveness for confessing
I don't got to tell you that this body is a blessing
Get up off your knees now boy, I ain't got time for begging

You told me what you're thinking, and you mean it
I don't wanna take that lightly
Hit it once for free but honestly hun
You don't really think that's like me
I know that you need it like a fiend
And baby that's alright
Just come back with ten racks
Since you think I'm a motherfucking whore

Least that's what you yelled stomping out my door
You said that 1-2-3 times, maybe 4
Lookie here you're coming back for more and more and more
Oh, sure
But this time ain't free so pay me at the door
I'm thinking 1-2-3k but maybe 4
You're lucky I ain't asking you for more and more and more
Cause I'm a whore
Cause I'm a whore

whore

CANNABIS

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Lyrics:
I got a PHD in your bitch
So big, it got her VAG soaking wet
I’ll flip and put her CAT on my lips
Won’t stop until she TAP out of it
I put a PHD in your bitch
Then I called her a CAB to your crib
She say she like her BAE kinda rich
Cause I just put a BAG on her wrist
Yuh Yuh Yuh

They say I’m highly intelligent
Got the “A” as my mail address
See, my dick game is decadent
Shit ain’t nice, it’s benevolent
Dick ain’t even my element
Yet I’m hung like a elephant
Yes, I fuck your girl so much, her calories in a deficit
I got cat in my regimen
Face the facts when they’re evident
All you niggas irrelevant
And your bitch think I’m heaven-sent
It’s the truth
God’s a woman,
Put that shit in a Testament
Ate the fruit
Now She coming down to rain some more hell again

I got a PHD in your bitch
So big, it got her VAG soaking wet
I’ll flip and put her CAT on my lips
Won’t stop until she TAP out of it
I put a PHD in your bitch
Then I called her a CAB to your crib
She say she like her BAE kinda rich
Cause I just put a BAG on her wrist
Yuh Yuh Yuh

PhD (Pretty huge Dick)

Dear Old Me

BEZOS

Fog sat tight like a thought not ready.
Library clock ticking sideways.
She said, “I think my tooth's loose.”
I said, “Aye, so’s the world sometimes.”

We curled near the ‘M’ shelf, her nose in the page,
A book too old, too heavy with age.
She pointed — “Milkstone? Is it for tea?”
I smiled, “More like for mothers, and memory.”
She tugged her scarf, that one with the stars,
Held up her tooth like it’d travelled from Mars.
“I could wear this,” she said, “on a string!”
I nodded, “You’d be the smallest knightling.”

“If this book is a potion, is sadness the glass?”
I paused. “Maybe. Or the bit that won’t pass.”
She traced the script with a biscuit thumb,
Read out loud: “The right and perfectest meanes.”
“What’s that mean?” she asked, chewing slow,
“It means the best way — but we rarely know.”
Her eyes went foggy like the world outside,
I said, “You feel it when something’s died.”

Milkstone hearts and marmalade skies,
We hold what's gone in lullaby guise.
A kiss, a crumb, a spell for ache —
To mend the milk, not let it break.

I told her her mum wore a stone near her chest,
For nursing and nerves, for peace and rest.
“Did she cry?” she asked, “Like me last night?”
I said, “Aye, but her tears made the stars bright.”
She cupped the book like a morning cup,
“Is grief a kind of holding up?”
I said, “It’s lifting the thing you’ll never drop —
Like a thought in your chest you don’t want to stop.”

She looked up — tooth gone, lost in play,
Said, “Maybe grief is just love that’s stayed.”
We wrapped up the book, and her breath slowed too,
She whispered, “Will the milkstone remember you?”
I kissed her crown and held her tight,
Said, “It already does, even at night.”
The fog pressed on but the page stayed bright,
And the tooth? She gave it to morning light.

Soften the flame, don’t douse the fire.
Carry the ache, but never tire.

Milkstone hearts and marmalade skies,
We hold what's gone in lullaby guise.
A kiss, a crumb, a spell for ache —
To mend the milk, not let it break.

Verdant lion, mother’s breath,
Stone in cradle, cradle in depth.
Silver rind, and salt on lace,
The child walks through time,
To carry grace.

“If I forget it... does it still count?”

“Aye, love. That’s why we write it down.”

whore

King Kitty