"Shake, The Covenant" lyrics
Decorated doors and dolls of fine porcelain
Wood plank floor, a carpet to hide corpses
Ends nigh, nay, so immortal we cry poison
Sticking a toy fork and knife in the Four Horsemen
Misplaced in the right mind, baby come back
Path lesser traveled, missing a compass
Mission to misfire, walk miles in my flesh
Each foot a rumpus, play pain in trumpets
Everywhere on my wishlist, want the world
Need the pig dead on my doorstep, think I'm Pearl
Got my gym wife in a corset doing curls
And it skin tight, she a porcelain typa girl
Life story like the tale of the hare and tortoise
Proportion: more money, get more & more pissed
Shades, so in poor tint, I ain't looking at shit
Blind shooting wine bottles, who care where the cork is
Yeah that's a good question, not an equestrian
But slap you with a horse shoe though, I don't give a horse shit
Forehead a third pupil but I roll up in the two door
True shit, doing judo, throw 'em in the wolf den
Bout a few good men, good women, met many
But the music industry is getting no pity
So please if you tryna ghost me
Know I been dead since thirteen, who you tryna out-petty?
Sunny D and Smirnoff in the pocket of the pants
This ain't one small step, Pollo 11, rocket lands
In my hand, it's so crucial that you pay me in advance
Look like Chad Dylan Cooper, sonny boy don't stand a chance
Suggy buddha baby-baby, everyday is suffering
Maybe-maybe spit my hand and shake to make the covenant
20 from her purse, I said I'll pay her back in Usher Bucks
Brother pump the brakes, ain't never been one you can butter up
Sunny D and Smirnoff in the pocket of the pants
This ain't one small step, Pollo 11, rocket lands
In my hand, it's so crucial that you pay me in advance
Look like Chad Dylan Cooper, sonny boy don't stand a chance
Suggy buddha baby-baby, everyday is suffering
Maybe-maybe spit my hand and shake to make the covenant
20 from her purse, I said I'll pay her back in Usher Bucks
Brother pump the brakes, ain't never been one you can butter up
Wood plank floor, a carpet to hide corpses
Ends nigh, nay, so immortal we cry poison
Sticking a toy fork and knife in the Four Horsemen
Misplaced in the right mind, baby come back
Path lesser traveled, missing a compass
Mission to misfire, walk miles in my flesh
Each foot a rumpus, play pain in trumpets
Everywhere on my wishlist, want the world
Need the pig dead on my doorstep, think I'm Pearl
Got my gym wife in a corset doing curls
And it skin tight, she a porcelain typa girl
Life story like the tale of the hare and tortoise
Proportion: more money, get more & more pissed
Shades, so in poor tint, I ain't looking at shit
Blind shooting wine bottles, who care where the cork is
Yeah that's a good question, not an equestrian
But slap you with a horse shoe though, I don't give a horse shit
Forehead a third pupil but I roll up in the two door
True shit, doing judo, throw 'em in the wolf den
Bout a few good men, good women, met many
But the music industry is getting no pity
So please if you tryna ghost me
Know I been dead since thirteen, who you tryna out-petty?
Sunny D and Smirnoff in the pocket of the pants
This ain't one small step, Pollo 11, rocket lands
In my hand, it's so crucial that you pay me in advance
Look like Chad Dylan Cooper, sonny boy don't stand a chance
Suggy buddha baby-baby, everyday is suffering
Maybe-maybe spit my hand and shake to make the covenant
20 from her purse, I said I'll pay her back in Usher Bucks
Brother pump the brakes, ain't never been one you can butter up
Sunny D and Smirnoff in the pocket of the pants
This ain't one small step, Pollo 11, rocket lands
In my hand, it's so crucial that you pay me in advance
Look like Chad Dylan Cooper, sonny boy don't stand a chance
Suggy buddha baby-baby, everyday is suffering
Maybe-maybe spit my hand and shake to make the covenant
20 from her purse, I said I'll pay her back in Usher Bucks
Brother pump the brakes, ain't never been one you can butter up
Writer(s): Noa Calic, Jacob Sugars
