PILATE'S DREAM & LIFTING LIGHTERS - Mario

(Thanks Pilate's Dream)
I can’t mix with these shitty ass headphones
Tried to call my girl ain’t nothing but a dial tone
Put it on silent can’t stand my fucking ringtone
Tryna be an actor, fucking call you when I’m home alone
I’m getting used to the dial tones
Drunk friends calling saying when the fuck you coming home?
I said I need to drive around and the liquor makes my head spin
Working on my music and I should really try my best, and
I should really try to listen
Got some people that I’m missing, yeah
I should really do the dishes
The sink a mess up in the fucking kitchen, yeah
I’m a chef up in the kitchen
I just wish that I could listen
I just finished mixing but my eyes stay open when we kissing
I just wish that I could sing,
Find a girl a diamond ring
Match the key and ash a G
I’m done with all these fucking flings
Yeah the oldie old tunes, and she home alone soon
I just rolled up another can you hold it while I zoom,
Yeah please hold it while I zoom,
I scoop her up we only tryna make it to the moon, yeah
Make it to the moon
Yeah it’s lonely old me since like back in '03
Something missing up inside yeah man I’m broken I believe
I’m even lonely in my sleep
My homie rolling in a Jeep
Jumpin off the deep end will you hold me
Hold me down now
I just called my girlfriend she said
Bitch I ain’t real
I don’t give a fuck imma treat her like a queen
Imma make those diamonds glean make my shirt stay clean
We can go to bed happy, and stay on the same team like
I been feeling lonely
Least I got the homies
We gone pull up to the wedding black tie only
My baby genuine she ride me like a pony
Blowing smoke in the church until we feel holy
Last week I let depression get the best of me
Now I’m talking to your girl and she won’t stop texting me
She said Pilate how you make those beats I need the recipe
I said I mix the drums and the rest is history
In reality I’m lonely call 911
Get the ambulance pulling up with Narcan
Gonna inject me in the heart like Pulp Fiction
Need an Uma Thurman dance with me so I feel shit
So I feel shit
So I feel shit
Haven't been feeling shit lately
So I feel shit
So I feel shit
We gone pull up to the wedding black tie only
Ride me like a pony
Bitch I’m on some twinkle twinkle star shit
You don’t wanna start shit, I got my magic carpet
And we your favorite artists, hey Pilate
Hey what's going on man
Truth is man, I been feeling kinda lonely too man like
Where did you say that Narcan was man, cause if you could like
You know maybe  swing that this way, you know
Turn off this twinkle twinkle star shit and get some EMTs up in here like stat
Mayday man down type situation
Awe man that’d be much appreciated, thank you so much
(Pilate's Dream)

Written by:
Andrew McCusker, Liam Perl

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