I've been running from the moon since I got burned by the sun Your face brand new but your smell is gone Oh, welcome to my circus Another priest without a purpose Holy Spirit, I can feel it in my cervix But they wanna shut me down like my pussy's fucking worthless Oh, okay bitch I don't know what to say, bitch If you really care about another man sucking dick Then you might be gay, bitch Suntan, hot as hell Blunts going round like a carousel Blunts going round like a windmill Always getting sticky like caramel I'm reloading Give me that gun, I'ma hold it Push it, squeeze it, pull it Bad habits, I just can't control them Fuck pop, fuck you, it's me About to do everything you wanna believe Reasons fed up Milk, no cookies Seasons played out You a fucking rookie, oh my mind's getting violent It might multiply in the silence Give you a fistful of violence Then watch them blossom underneath your eyelids If my skin was any darker, they'd be spilling my blood But I don't need to swallow my drugs Funny how religion's so selective with love So selective with love Suntan, hot as hell Blunts going round like a carousel Blunts going round like a windmill Always getting sticky like caramel You can be yourself tonight Most people don't know But I do know You can just be your worst night Maybe that's who we are In fact, I've punched the mirror I've kissed it I've said goodbye and never missed it And you should You should You should Grapes