Riot! - Native Son

I know a girl, she’s a riot-

She shed a little blood for all the dogs of the pariah-

Brown Black Skin;

She scored my melanin to sirens

I used to take the train down to her isolated island-

The quiet!

I think i’m in over my head

Her bank account is almost just as empty as her-

Bed

But this a-

A cold world

It’s got her dreaming of Ferraris

I saw her shaking hands with all the people at the party-

The Barbies;

Oh

But when the party’s over

She takes the train alone

Try not to think about what’s waiting for you back at home

She hats the man who made her

Sh wants to slit his throat!

Hey, hey…

So she walked in looking like the Disco bled

Small talk- back to sleeping on a brick cold bed

I know!

We know…

Tough talk is small talk

Devil in her call logs

We don’t chat for long nah-

Except for right now!

Hey hey!

I know- I

I know, I know, I know

I know a boy-

He’s a demon

He gets through life pretending cause he’s never had a feeling

He used to shoot the shit around the hood-

Another victim

A parasitic engine

A perm-

Anent fever

He needs her, oh

I think I’m in over my head-

Been talking to myself but can’t remember what I’ve said

Oh it’s a cold world-

Its got us dreaming of breathing-

But every time I turn theres someone bleeding

I’ve seen it- no reason

Oh!

But when the party’s over

She takes the train alone

Try not to think about what’s waiting for you back at home

She hates the man who made her

She wants to slit his throat!

Hey, hey…

So she walked in looking like the Disco bled

Small talk- back to sleeping on a brick cold bed

I know!

I know…

Tough talk is small talk

Devil in her call logs

We dont chat for long nah-

Except for right now!

Hey hey!