It Ain’t Funny How We Don’t Talk Anymore You Am I

It ain't funny how we don't talk anymore
I'm custom built to be spilt but fun 'til i hit the floor
Why be the powdery apple in the bunch
The sweetness ain't so delish without the crunch
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah

Sharp dressed for convicts (high maintenance)
The blood is our stitch (old licks for sense)
But lets get it together (Let's Roll)
Before this ship sinks

Or watch me decay
You patroned my decay
Yeh i'm the new Pompeii

It ain't funny how you don't see me anymore
I'm a ghost, a desparate host, always lookin to the door
And you wonder why i beat my head beat my head beat my delicacies Well
What do you do for clarity
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah

Sharp dressed for convicts (high maitenance)
The blood is our stitch (old licks for sense)
But lets get it together (Let's Roll)
Before this ship sinks