She's got that true blood Show me what your working with I think she's got that true blood Every time you're 'round I can smell it in you I come around and raise the hell out of you It's that demon, it's so mean, that's got me screaming Make me wanna

I think it's workin' I think it's workin' yeah It keeps me hummin' Hummin' hummin' yeah Picking at a purple vein He's like a fat man in a little coat Suckin' red vines and rum and coke Singing I like ya jesus but I loves the dope I mighty itty bitty maw

Isn't life beautiful? I think that life is beautiful I know that it hurts sometimes, but it's beautiful Working every day, now you're bleeding through your cuticles Passing through a portal as you're sittin' in your cubicle Tryna keep your cool at your

I’m comin' over Runnin' every red light To Hell with the closure Save it for another time Try not to think about you But it ain’t workin' Why put out a fire when it’s still burnin' Just when I think movin' on is gettin' closer So I’m comin' over