This is a song about "Forms"

Vital to my revival, my spinal is in a spiral, forms tribal.

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

With such an ugly picture in it and

You can thank my dad, for the one who forms rust

Soon my life forms a disaster,

And i just want to hold her

Curse all art forms thinking its the right kinda style

Yo, i'm a hot and bothered astronaut crashing while

And the headrest had to have about eight thorns

But when i do it actual pain and rain forms

Lord knows that four door fit eight women

I repeat what forms the metabolism