The Cure

Its the dawn of the apocalypse
(my nigga that’s just nonsense)
She pop her shit
Then we lock lips
There is no high that can top this
Her pretty smile
And them thick hips
Shit is just ridiculous
She break it down then I twist up
Well get stuck stoned and drunk
Before morning brunch
We live it up
We get along cause she don’t give a fuck
Hammers in the trunk
We pullin' up
(perfect)
And I could be Alone
I’d faint
I wanna say it
I know you sick of waiting
Sick of praying
Running out of patience
He never answers but you hold him sacred
That’s blind faith so behold the matrix
Who do you believe in
Do you have a reason
Through magic voodoo
They will try to fool you
No TV, Hulu
Eating ramen noodles
Blessed hallelujah
And who knew what
This shit would do
Ain’t have no interview
I’m into you
Let’s end the feud
Right after the interlude