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simp. (but of course)

from Lacuna by Defcee and knowsthetime

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I don’t like talking about love a lot, but…I been in love a lot.
Been on bathroom floors talking to the bottom slat
Of a wooden door after I been slugging Schnapps, like
“I met a lady and she sounds like butterscotch.”
Keeps nothing locked, secret kinda lover’s rock.
In the shade of her grace, swear the sun’ll rot,
and the moon’ll play her birthday at the numbers spot
cuz her vanity’s my Apollonia, crying dove or not.
Tell NOLA she could make the bayou pin a hurricane.
Tell the world she could make Atlas give the earth away.
She’s the best way to go bad.
Her handwriting would look so pretty on my toe tag.
She makes my name ache, and my voice die.
She makes my lips move, and my pulse sigh.
Her palm reads, “Loving me is a field of broken glass.”
I wanna run a forty-yard dash.

HOOK:
Do I love her? Do I? Do I not?
(But of course...yahmean...but of course...yahmean)
Simp simp simp simp simp
simp simp simp, simp simp simp simp simp simp simp

Love song twenty-eight. Voodoo potion number forty-nine.
Got me drunk and picking forbidden knowledge off the vine.
Tryna get even, but ain’t no country for Eden
so when her eyes fell apart on my chest, I was dreaming of leaving.
She a light sleeper. My feet are heavy thunder.
I’m fawnin’ in the wrong places. She a steady hunter.
I got hands like I’m nervin and she got hands like a surgeon.
I got blood like a wafer. She got me looking for her in churches.
The father and the son. Spirit unholied in her name.
When I’m happy, she prototype. When I’m mad, she one in the same,
but turn my heart to stone? Simps never have that option.
Leave her all alone? Pimps never have that problem.
I see art in her flaws, she see me shapeless in cheap clothes.
and try her hand at sculpting marble from both of my cheekbones
but ain't my face a painting? Ain't anger better than love?
Ain't addiction crazy? Ain't she a helluva drug?

HOOK

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from Lacuna, released December 1, 2019
(I. Carroll, A. Levin)

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