Dreaming of revelry What a night for a dance, you know I'm a dancing machine With the fire in my bones, and the sweet taste of kerosene I get lost in the light, so high don't wanna come down To face the loss of the good thing, that I have found In the

Heart still beating for the cause Soul still feeding on the loss Limbs are aching from the rush You are fading from my sight Break of morning, coldness lingers on

We swallow the spit, Steal acceptance lend denial, Telling me that my life is free and boundless, Then I'm forced to stay between the lines, They construct death to demolish life, Plant the seeds to harvest loss, Found empty truth is full of lies, We're

We have heard the chimes at midnight Into the void I go Will I ever see your face again Or will blank be all I know Arriving inside Ire hurts a life I saw the mountain crumble down I saw colossus in flames I heard the ocean draining

Let loss reveal it And I'm learning, so I'm leaving And even though I'm grieving I'm trying to find the meaning St. Jude, the patron saint of the lost causes St. Jude, we were lost before she started St. Jude, we lay in bed as she whipped around us St.

I can't wait until it's over, I'm dead and gone I can't wait to lose it all Fuck it all, fuck you all, there's nothing left anyway I am the plague, I am the loss, I am the bitterness I am the war, I am the death, I am the crucifix I am the sacrifice, I'm

I'm feelin' like I took a Perc', I'm at a loss for words It's like I smoked a pound of herbs, so please do not disturb Feel like I drunk a pound of syrup and snorted up half a bird Can't even find the words, I'm so at a loss for words Metro Boomin want

M-hmm, I keep it sticky-icky like lipgloss M-hmm, I keep it sticky-icky like lipgloss (Drip, drip, so slick, that's my lipgloss) Baby boy, gon' rot your teeth like what? Yeah, you know I'm sugary sweet Oh, damn (oh, damn) That flavor, flavor so good

Shot reverse shot Look what the other got Drop the anchor make it stop Infinity figure eight Figure out what you're not Junk-an a po, cut your loss Come to cut your corners off You're the rock and I'm the paper You're the scissors I'm the rock

Too much, three much Four much, five much, too much for you I'm too much of a woman Too much of a bad ass bitch Too much of a boss, baby, it's your loss Now you gotta live with it Baby, baby, baby You know I'm more than just a girl That you can meet