She’d Rather Be a Cyborg Than a Goddess E L U C I D

I don't think they wanna fuck this, huh

Remember for me
What time it happened

[Verse 1]
Fried eggs when the sun's up
She's in my beard, my tongue thrust
We cum
I stay up all night as she sleeps
This hardest thing is a priviledge that my ass is being teased with
Bring a shallot up on table mountain
Picnic fried chicken, mitten, tomato salad
Wooooooow
Give me five minutes to not think about violence
And all it's exquisitely splendid forms
I wish I could give you this feelin
Told him save hiself, now I'm thinking bout healin
[Slurred or reversed speech]

[Verse 2]
Cape pier towns of chenin blanc
Father sins
Taste of colors of abalone pearl
On the vista where the trees bend
Sheathes still got sticks and seeds but I'm breezed like east wind
Be real black for me ya'll
Be real black for me ya'll
I'm not waiting for joy in the morning, but do you
Quarters take valley of grace for the runaways
Scraping our heels
Everyday is a holiday
Wide awake
Money is fake
Energy is real
There's a certain liberation in articulating exactly how I feel