DMT

You can wear my wings while I shower
But the halo's on metered hours
And you look like cinnamon
Yea you look like cinnamon to me
You think that's mean
I'm weak
And I stay away from bad press
I love you like an actress loves DMT
That's sickening

Should invest in my own angel
Help me find my perfect angle
Steada dreamin of these He-men
With whom I have been so tangled
Elvis shot up his hotel room
And Priscilla almost ate it
Off that Ah Ha I Do That bit
Oh have I finally made it?

He brings me Whiteclaw and flower
But I'm immune to his prowess
Guess I'm a sinner, then
I've pegged much better friends
I reek of trees
A menthol breeze
And I stay away from bad press
Avoid the chicken soup deaths
Any percent
This run's for speed

And it hurts my mind
I make it worse some times
Leaves me wondering
Why can't I find a woman who can do it like a man do
Kiss your buddy on the mouth
You can say that it's a French slip
And I do what I used to doin
It's the only thing I can do
Mainline a friendship

And I stay away from bad press
I love you like an actress loves DMT
That's sickening