Lyman
• Written by Maverick
Used to cattle prod the ass of audiences, that's a flashback bar
If the attacks you lob even tap my jaw then I'll tattle, ask ya Mom
She tapped me online, album Dion, this girl Loved me Back to Life
To catch a flight, rehearsing anatomy, my abdomen's not acting right
She'd kiss the frog to see me hop, fell for it, nowadays I grasp the heights
I seek leavin' each limb-earnest, in single subjects of an overactive mind
Remember when I did shots of jello from your belly button that one night?
I know ya watching from the backrooms, anyways I'll hit you back in time