​billy woods - Magdalene lyrics

Yeah
She's like "how you- how you like it?"
I said "I like it like butter"

Suck my dick and tell me I'm beautiful
How I wake up in the jaws been the usual
What's sacred, what's suitable
What's profane, Magdalene
Wash me with the hair from soda cuticle
Send 'em through the roof
Straight up to the moon again
Moody control, getting at the root
Seed bearing fruit
Breaking skin, I got the juice now
Can waste a minute, I birthed a few styles
Ooo they high-persuing
I heard I was in Houston
Won't catch him running like
That brother from Carson
Black market arms push up the margin
Buffing chinks in the armor
Weighing carbon's karma
Don't tell me who you are
I'm asking who you aren't
All city, tell me where you want it
I'll be there in the morning
Deserving of the rarest garments
Riding 'round buzzed peeled toward darkness
Scrape your face
Bought three Ziplocs couldn't wait for
In the spice shop, spinning
Spilling cheap red on white socks
Planetary rhythm
Odd pocket on the houndstooth
Sliding through sometime the song find you
Uh
Don't ask me how I get it, trust I get it
Ha don't ask me how I get it, bet I get it
(don't ask me how I)
Ay, Don't ask me how I get it
Trust I get it (trust I uh)
Don't ask me how I get it, that I get it, ha
(that I)

She said "come get me and I'm
Yours" and the line went dead
Put bread on her phone
She said the same in a text
Bro said "she don't wanna be saved
Get it through your fucking head"
(get it through your fucking head)
Mulled it over then slept all day
So I could drive the next
Still dark when I left
Streets empty, window cracked
Wish I still smoked cigarettes
Check engine light lit
Brights plowed the nights split-lip selfie
Said he'd never do it again
He'd done it twice
She wish she never left me
Wish she could make it right
She cried, I cried
Been waiting my whole life
I'ma hold on tight
Won't make the same mistakes broken
White lines, blowing through states
Riding clean so I don't give
A fuck 'bout Jake eighteen months clean
Barely touched the brakes
When I kiss her in dreams
Could taste the acetate
Couldn't get hard, watched her masturbate
Blood trickle out one nostril
Ball was a masquerade jerked awake
Rest area in Carolinas, judging by the plates
Ate Chick-fil-a
Gas station sink, washed my face
Text again, nothing since yesterday
Funny feeling a familiar weight
Returned the key, bought a pack
Grimaced at the taste couldn't finish
Real spinners car full of ghosts, HOV lane
Coast right off the interstate
Straight to voicemail it's a familiar rage
Far from home but it's a familiar place
GPS my fate
Human remains when you dredge those lakes
The road narrows blush underbrush pressing
The vehicle barrels
Doubt and questions rattle like wedding
Cans on the getaway car