The True Story of Bonnie and Clyde

Verse 1:
Lost my virginity at fourteen, I was half pure
Way before the days of methamphetamine and morphine
Accusing girls of cheating, waiting on their porch swing
They hiding in their house and I’ll be ripping off their door screens
A screen door whatever the fuck you know what I mean
More times that I can rhyme about the shrine I built with C4
Be like presiding, watch me reach beneath the seashores
And speak to all my people over beat machines and keyboards
Ain’t no detours ‘cause life’s lessons are hard
Here the sweet caresses come from an electric guitar
We setting the bar, dark night dance around the bonfire blazin’
Like the bomb squad cut the wrong wire
All night is when I spit these shells or the older women that I slept with
Told me not to kiss and tell
Or they killed me, put me underneath the witches’ spell
Hear my father playing these notes from a distant cell
Twist this [?] new home, family pictures fell off the wall
Got no money changed within the wishin’ well
We’re coming out of dark places
Not since Desperado have you seen this much heat coming from guitar cases

Chorus:
The true story of Bonnie and Clyde
But Clyde’s dying, trying to keep Bonnie alive
I said
The true story of Bonnie and Clyde
But Clyde’s dying, trying to keep Bonnie alive
I said
The true story of Bonnie and Clyde
But Clyde’s dying, trying to keep Bonnie alive
This is the true story of Bonnie and Clyde
If the music stays with me than my trouble will die

Verse 2:
My stepfather treated me like shit, it mixed my head
That’s why I had to leave him in a pool of liquid red
Can’t fix the dead, like when you so numb you can’t feel
All relationships come to a halt, that’s called a standstill
It’s their will and shit you should take serious because
In this thing called life we crave for grace periods
Asked my guardian, said my saints are all through
And to get my soul back, I prollly have to paint the ballroom
It’s all too much pain, it fills my history
I’ll paint you a self-portrait if you trying disagree
Snakes in the grass, all my friends are crept over
Went to fuck my girl, got to eat the leftovers
Red Rover send the wicked walking dead over
Dark night of the soul wants to give me crystal meth closure
But the soul [?] caught up in the twisted
Tried to save her but she chose to go off to see the blizzard out
Raging at the angels as my heart smoked black
Karma’s bitch, you’ll find out when it all comes back
Spit hostile raps, you right I should be writing right now
But don’t say I don’t belong or I slice your lights out
‘Cause my passion heights pounce as I voice my hope
Or the racist haters made me into poison oak
Your choice to go, you step I’m knocking someone to the moon
Monsters in your childhood leave kids runnin’ out the room
And some sluts wanna suck dick to watch the cum gush
And declare a couple new betrayals up I had to bumrush
But one touch from the Reaper and it’s slow jam
I hope I get one mo’ chance before I have to ghost dance
But from the days of lost boys caught the world
When I sliced my stepfather and each of my cheating girlfriends
Seems to be the music is Bonnie and I’m Clyde
If we stick together all this drama will subside

Chorus:
The true story of Bonnie and Clyde
But Clyde’s dying, trying to keep Bonnie alive
I said
The true story of Bonnie and Clyde
But Clyde’s dying, trying to keep Bonnie alive
I said
The true story of Bonnie and Clyde
But Clyde’s dying, trying to keep Bonnie alive
This is the true story of Bonnie and Clyde
If the music stays with me than my trouble will die