Toronto Shordie Songtext

We got big glass, we got six bags
We got zig zags, we're at Vancouver
Time don't touch me like I'm Mona Lisa
Time don't touch me, I got good genes
I'm too high too quit, didn't take the jeans
All we got, rubber and dick, we're playin' seesaw, so

Good love is pain, he's infatuated
So he's up again and I love it
And the nuts are what love is
But I love it anyway
And the house is up in flames
But I'm running in
No, I really got no friends except for
Come on, fuck it
Sex pacifies my pain
It pacifies

Carmel touching without love
Without blessings from the dead somehow You make me feel like I'm waiting
Heart's been in the drought for months
But you give me biblical flood somehow
You make me feel like I'm waiting

The way you look at me is like my mama made me a Mattel
The way you look at me is like a lion looks at a gazelle
The way you look at me is like your fill of blood starts toelle
Way you look at me is like your fill of blood starts to swell
Like Barack look at Michelle, like Brady look at Giselle
Way you look at me is Tyson Fury looking at a bell
Way you look at me is me in jeans looking at Miguel
Or looking at myself when you hit it from the back
Second we got to the daily, daily, daily, daily, daily, daily
Eh, eh, can you make it right in the daily, daily, daily, daily, daily
Eh, ayy, eh, ayy

You make me feel like a virgin