ManeLine, Deca - Pushover lyrics

Toes slip to the tip quick So
Pissed that I risked it
Hindsights twenty twenty don’t trip
In this instant
Satisfaction that’s my passion focused
To get lit
Peek over where the sidewalk ends
Take a sniff kid
Put that boom in your trunk
Quench that elephant thirst
Disasterous, naw just one hell of a flirt
Can’t tell if it works
Still enveloped with hurt
Already fell from heavens grace so to
Hell with the earth I
Johnny Cash checks-walk the dotted line
Satans preying and waiting
But it’s not my time
Rolled dollars in my nose coins dot my eyes
Avoid crossing the t’s
You know cops and swine
Spot the signs seen thru the window pane
Eyes blind inside dying shit’s so strange
On the verge the views voice spit's your name
Only choice to back off like it’s no thing

Don’t push me, ‘cause I’m close to the edge
Don’t push me don’t push me
I'm trying not to lose my head

Full moon fever’s in effect there’s teeth
Marks in the preacher's neck
Animal instincts are too hard
To keep in check i slow dance with death but
Can’t keep in step
I ain’t leaving yet the vibes
To sick when we connect that LIFE Crew shit
Getting Eiffel tower high
And looking down on the scene like
The pupil in a cowards eye
Slanging devil’s snow, plentiful chemicals
With centerfold looking mami’s all
On my genitals tenticles
Reaching out I’m trying to
See what she’s about
I leave the house around the witching hour
That’s when all the freaks come out
But the ox breeds a different kind of beast
That hates giving head but loves
Sucking off the time realease
I’m surrounded by foulness the wildest
Only concerned with the right now is childish
Got carried away with the carbon-monox
But the more emotion I put into
It the harder I rock

Don’t push me, ‘cause I’m close to the edge
Don’t push me don’t push me
I'm trying not to lose my head

I got a taste for living on
The edge like nobodies business hard headed
Set in my ways call ‘em addictions
Hit up the hedonist for technical support
A little pride to swallow
And self-esteem to snort
Fighting an inner battle, in turn eternal war
The devils got my soul what
Will he return it for (I dunno)
I’m trying to get my game up
It’s my turn to score
But for some reason love’s seeing
Me burned and scorched
Too many times too close to being a tragedy
Sick in the mind trying
To justify my strategy
But my addictive personality is challenging
Practically back to back casualty’s acurately
Blow out my birthday candles and I make a
(death wish) know how to really make the
Best of being helpless
Tune out exes calling me selfish
Practice my sales pitch to sell
Tix to hells pit

Don’t push me, ‘cause I’m close to the edge
Don’t push me don’t push me
I'm trying not to lose my head