Blood, Pt. 2 Buck 65 (Ft. Serengeti & Sufjan Stevens)

[Verse 1: Serengeti]
You're not bloody swab paradise
You're golden stars licked to stick
A world with frogs and magic tricks
Floating logs and scissor kicks
And lemonade and sweaty sex
Hug me like I gave you cheques
You kiss me like the upper crust
Tell me things to make me blush
Champagne bottle, bon voyage
A souvenir garage
A melody to make me smile
Not that you've been gone a while (My life, my life)
A purple medal, eighth place
Backlit in a trophy case
Sign that says "For little Ace"
Supportive like an ankle brace
Not bloody cotton swabs and lies
Stolen cheques and empty eyes
You're a county fair in July
Canadian field of wild rye
You kiss me like potted plants
Bite me like fire ants
Touch me like an old stamp
Olive oil and seven lamps
Not stolen cash I'll pay you back
Bloody paradise attack
Your Sunday at the puppy track
Time to take the long way back
Sweet as the apple of Peru
The inklings of the Eastern Sioux
Not bloody cotton swabs and lies
Stolen cheques and empty eyes
But rather...