she licked her wild tooth in better walking towns
she told me grass is a blade
sleep never comes if it never goes away
she set a knee-high standard for the place i like it like that
she's back on salad packs
she cut up to corrode what we owe to all our never knows
some got trouble
trouble with their eyesight
some got trouble
trouble with their insides
some got muscle
the colour that they hide behind
she gotta reach her arm to find a place
i tackle like that
she's back on blades of grass
she don't know what i owe cuz we owe together