Buffed Sky - Archy Marshall

Yeah she rolls back

About 4 a.

m until I know that

3 a.

m, we chat, she thinks I know jack

Shit its been a while since I spat in this pit

Saw the worry on her lips

Yeah I wrote that

She’s pinging on some dizz

Guess I owe her luck to that

But her eyes are still in lid

And her brain is still intact

She’s swings solo

Yeah

Should I reinstate that

She’s been knocked up days with a strange pack

She’s looking for a guy who’s more than laid back

Know to hold him tight

The ride’s by J.D. Salinger

What she likes my of a job

The way it holds her

Lanky piece of shit

But she don’t know that

Her man is round the corner with a chrome bat

He wants to knock my head in

Hear my bone crack

So I stay solo

Yeah, I’ll fly solo

Oh I’ll swing so low

Yeah we’re staying so low