Indians in the Cupboard

[Verse]

Throw the pumpkin through the windshield
Steal  spare change out the console
Feel  numb, peeling dumb fast in the caravan
To the friend with the stable home
Stop running routes you might catch a fade
If  OF Tape Vol. 2 plays
Speaker  box knock, swerve seeking love
Below the angst, stunting growth chase
Rum  with the brisk
Mom on tisk tisk
Paps ain’t been in the pic in a minute
So I gear shift off a full fifth
Seethe  hit when the thieves scoff
Bully often with the loose lips
Kept warm from the burned bridge
But me and Devon got the same scars and the same scorn
Got bored no guap for the store
Knocked on Becky’s door
Trying to steal liquor really nothing more
Barged in with a grin forced our way to cabinets
Happy with the gin
“Daddy’s pulling up” warned Becky with remorse
Not leaving dry, guzzle quick vision blurred
Daddy marched in and we heard
“Who the fuck these Indians in my cupboard?”

[Outro]
We could function the old way
Fuck shit like the old days
Lemme know if you won’t stay
Pick a bone
We could pick a bone
We could pick a bone

We could function the old way
Fuck shit like the old days
Lemme know if you won’t stay