Russia With Love Quakers (Ft. Coin Locker Kid)

[Verse 1]
Janice waking up
Coffee in a cup, and a bitter pill
Swallow and erupt, follow every meal
Sudden and abrupt, like epiphany
Wanna share a breakfast, Tiffany?
Tighten up your necklace, memory
Well it never serves me, you believe
Nobody deserves me, you would know
Bearing all your curves on video
Like a living Barby, like a Vertigo
Never said I'm sorry 'til I heard her go
Running out the door like another one
Tell me when to go cause I wanna come
Everybody knows I'm ambivalent
Take me for the bone, not a bloody cent
Maybe you should find a compatible
Someone you can dine, not a radical
Told you I'm a lunatic, an animal
Angel in a cage, with a dirty face
Beauty is attached to a dirty place
Human interaction, never heard of it
Kick it to the curb, like the rest of 'em
Tiffany's a price, not a politic
Janice, you be ranking with the best of them