This is a song about "Grows longer"

Pitchfork doesn't need a plate

You no longer irate,

And then along came the wrong man for her

As i spit the flame grows higher and higher,

I'll tell you baby that we're through

No longer alive with out you,

Let the crowd choose who can last longer

I feel like deaths around the corner

I reel them in, goadomes on see

Can no longer say things privately,

And i'm about to fill y'all in on the real

Grows stronger, like it don't belong here

My love is no longer,

And that i spent the night with her

My dick grows she blows face starts to glow

The sun gives light cause it is the window