Daisy’s

Y'all can't have my scene cause we're a fucking wasteland
Y'all can't break my heart cause we're fucking broke AF
Born betwixt the world and next
Between utopia and Generation X
You don't get my scene, your Eyes are too Bright
And we're up all night

Y'all can't have my scene cause we're the fucking spiders
Y'all can't race this Wild Hunt, all their fucking arms
Forty cycles unstitch my lips
And swing me out to lunch with hand on ailing hip
You can't have my scene becausе your ass was too bored by 2004

Left-Coast punk rock from East-Coast gamecocks
A littlе gay, a little phase, a little Rage
We Nicked from Drake we took the good stuff
We attacked your cell block with 31G shlock
A little broke, a little woke, a little bored
Like Chino all dressed up in riotcore

I just wanna sing about daisies
But I gotta yell
Fucking this
Fucking that
Caroling Shoot the shaft up with heroin
You all don't know a thing about Daisy
If I could, I'd go Cyrano, float through her poetry
Gave my soul away, sing it back to me

For Daisy
For Daisy
For Daisy

And the world I taste as time goes by
Eats my heart out but still I try
It hurt too much just to watch you die
So I dug you out of a grave where liars lie

Like Low, you found God in a Daisy
So let's just laugh at those too fucking low
To get off being lazy, crazy, let's get high

We're Los Angeles born and raised!

I wake up each morning searching for symmetry, searching for symmetry
Symmetry, searching for symmetry
And finding a simile
A similar sibilance

I want you right now
I want you right now
I need you, need you now

And I just wanna sing about daisies
If I could, I'd go Cyrano, float through her poetry
Gave my soul away, she gave it back to me now

I need you now
Here in this house, I need you now
I shoot the shaft up with Daisy