Baby Little Tween

I ride the mood
Baby little tween
Mood riding
Riding on your dick
The only vice I’ve left
I will get sick of it
I still smoke cigarettes
Look at the internet

What if the pills I take
Will stop me getting wet
I used to be inspired
Used to feel something
I used to fight the feeling always let it win

So arrogant
Baby little tween
Surfing in the mids
I am how I'm perceived
Now baby little tween
Surfing in the mids
Doesn't know shit
I don't know shit

And I ride (What if the pills I take)
Baby little tween (Will stop me getting wet)
Mood riding (I used to be inspired)
Riding on your dick (Used to feel something)
The only vice I've left (I used to fight the feeling always let it win)
I will get sick of it

So arrogant
Baby little tween
Surfing in the mids
Am I gonna miss my brain?
Am I gonna miss my brain?
Am I gonna miss my brain?


There is a river
There is a river and it squint
With your ears
Wrestled plastic bag grease
Green and void wavering lamp
But I ditch into a Uber driver
Pick up an object, think it's something
Memory in a dream becomes never
She says she swallows the loudly year
Like a big gulp
Two years glues in her life
I want to tell her I lost my virginity to natural born killers
But I'm beat between those fault and mold
Just to sit there for a while
Grilled, breakfast, lunch, diner
Beer and soda
Lavender, cashmere
But the key send and avoid the white laugh at the station