[Hook: Lil Dijon]
I can feel it through my waist through my column
I’m bleeding from the nose
A bleeding heart will never falter
And I’m over, over again
Yes I know this my friend
But my eyes as wide as dinner plates
Your the only one who intimidates me
Well I guess that’s love, well I guess that’s love
I feel it through my waist through my column
Yeah I guess that’s-

[Verse 1: Obi Ill Terrors & Lil Dijon]
I sat under the glow of a red moose pack with my solitudal breath and my brain collapsed
Wish I had my eyes peeled back till' my time elapsed
First time I said a rhyme went back
When my anger hashed it my mouth would clap
Hands looking sticky and a fridge full of beer
Eyes looking fuzzy from my third ideas
Money looking lost in the way I live
Don’t you ever say I did
When you were there doing the same old shit
Judged the judge loved from carp in the castle
A man with a broken heart
Never would a heart of loved
Riding in my face slapped up and my feelings crushed
Cut my wrist drown my sorrows in a bourbon glass
Just seeking that billy in the park
And my blood I fear
Swim through the lake down the river disappear
Take me to the sea float off in a golden year
And write lines for the ones we love
Try and cope with the fact we turn to dust
And then the worlds blows up
Sui-suicide on my mind every time that I’m timed out
Im faced down heavy on the couch
And a couch that’s still on the hard wood floor
Same kinda floor that I don’t know, to be real anymore
Take my mind to the sky leave my body at the core
'Cause I can feel it through my waist through my column
And I don’t know if she knows
So why would I even bother
I swallow all my confidence
Along with that pill for my happiness
Hope I OD still a happy man
Hands in pockets and a smile for the chance
Smile on my dial well I guess that’s the plan
'Cause I can feel it through my waist through my column
[Hook: Lil Dijon]
I can feel it through my waist through my column
I’m bleeding from the nose
A bleeding heart will never falter
And I’m over, over again
Yes I know this my friend
But my eyes as wide as dinner plates
Your the only one who intimidates me
Well I guess that’s love, well I guess that’s love
I feel it through my waist through my column
Yeah I guess that’s-

[Verse 2: Marty Bukkake Large]
Eyes wide with the cap back
Never thought I’d hit it then I hit it from the back
Now every night I spend without that
I close to dark close my eyes
Wish I could still have you back
Now you know that I’m cut up
My mother finds a bong and chain to get cut up
Now my minds always fucked up
Fingers and your tongue in my mouth
Then I’m feeling on my cut guts
My emotions are a whirlwind
Only find peace in the image that I held in
It was an image of you twirling
Hoolahoop around your waist
With a smile that was sterling
Great memories are a bad idea
You got the type of body to make a straight girl queer
Now when a bitch blurts I always steer clear
Keep sipping on my clear keep my third idea
Next week at a party I see you there
Moisture on the eye but I blame it on the glare
Knew it was you I knew you were there
With you hair so big and and your eyes so pleh
Dont turn around no please I swear
Don’t turn around no don’t you dare
She just turns around with a sweep of the hair
But she just doesn’t look at me
She caught another mans glare (lah!)
This feels like death
Staring at my best in another mans chest
Now she’s away on another mans shoulder
But after that night my heart turned colder
Sis' always told me space is a place
So I stay more stoned then an Arabian gaze
Now I’m done with this rap
Burn my verse and never play it back
[Hook: Lil Dijon]
I can feel it through my waist through my column
I’m bleeding from the nose
A bleeding heart will never falter
And I’m over, over again
Yes I know this my friend
But my eyes as wide as dinner plates
Your the only one who intimidates me
Well I guess that’s love, well I guess that’s love
I feel it through my waist through my column
Yeah I guess that’s-