Pyrite and Rhinestones

[Intro]
(Speak)
Pyramid house
Super 3
Art fucking goons
[Verse 1]
(Speak)
I’m riding on that trill wave, trying to get my bills paid
Ecclectic indie bitches, say I’m colder than that chill wave
Frost bite and igloos, deep freeze and snow storms, winters in Denmark, I ain’t trying to keep them hoes warm
Rap quotes and fur coats, I’m laying for the season
I can testify, that hell is high, because I’m friends with a couple demons
They breathe that sulfur, that brimstone, that evil, that fire
We’re drinking holy water from a bottle made of iron
I’m a sinner, I’m a liar, I’m a healer, I’m a saint
I’m everything you’ve never been, I’m everything you ain’t
See that paint drip off my canvas, so far from average
Blood stains my bandage, it’s so hard to manage
The flesh wounds, the typhoons, the rich men, the tycoons
They talk fast, they think slow, they live hard, we die soon
We get high, we get by, exploring inner space
They wanderin’ and squanderin’ life, trying to find they place
[Hook]
(Speak)
But they can’t. (Simultaneously with beginning of chorus)
(Def Sound)
But, they don’t know how and they don’t know why
What’s inside, what’s inside
(Speak)
Out my mind
(Def Sound)
But, they don’t know how and they don’t know why
What’s inside, what’s inside
(Speak)
They say I’m out my mind
(Def Sound)
Talk dirty, but you know my verse clean
Wave too trill, so you know that my surf’s mean
Talk dirty, but you know my verse clean
Wave too trill...
You know my surf’s, hey
[Verse 2]
(Speak)
Too cool for the rich kids, too hood for the hip kids, too hip for my own hood
Good lord, I’m a devilish prick, looking for trouble cause I’m no good
So I get caught in the low tide, then I get high like a low life
Huh
When the weed kick in, my whole world spins and I shine like a strobe light
Swag
Too cold for the icebox, too street for the sidewalk, too slick for the side talk
I rock like a death metal band and I stack my guap like a pyramid scam
I’m saving all my pennies for some remmy and some henny, and those nasty Nancies who are trying to get friendly
We trying to get cozy, cocaine for the nosey
I play that average fruit for her and she undresses slowly
Slowly, but surely
The sun’s up, its early
A few more years of nights like this and I’ll be dead by thirty
Them black birds and green skies, my clouds are lined with sterling
Fool’s gold and rhinestones, them lustful eyes are burning
Dirty pictures on the iphone, that passion’s never real
Pyrite and rhinestones, they lack authentic feel
[Hook]
(Def Sound)
And they don’t how and they don’t know why
What’s inside, what’s inside
(Speak)
They say I’m out my mind
(Def Sound)
But, they don’t know how and they don’t know why
What’s inside, what’s inside
(Speak)
I’m fucking out my mind
(Def Sound)
Talk dirty, but you know my verse clean
Wave too trill, so you know that my surf’s mean
Talk dirty, but you know my verse clean
Wave too trill...
You know my surf’s, hey. (x3)