This is a song about "Love scenes"

Though i'm chasing dreams i don't ever care for sleeping much

He's creatin' them scenes, his new clockwork of orange,

To cause gruesome scenes, killed the cat in the kitchen.

She got cold feet, my love will be the sun, get it done

Up all night with college hoes, edibles and bong hits

Leavin' murder scenes, fingers sticky like i shot onyx,

Waiting on mom to bring me the aspirin from a trampoline jump

It's a mix of art and science that i use to drop bombs and make scenes silent,

And you are to serve the consequences of your evil schemes

In perpetual brownout, seeing davis, gray scenes

Encased in scenes as i embrace the hours

See me, i’d rather cut let ya body give birth

I'll tell you true stories, how i coldly hold heat

Ecstasy couldn't step to scenes i witness fresh and steep