Bags - Clairo

Iced out, lights out Bitch, I be that frozen shogun Chosen cause I overthrow 'em Told 'em that I'm ocean flowing Sliced up night scout Coming to bring up that Christ doubt Fuck a slogan Bitch, you broken by a fucking golden omen Bitch, I be that low key Prince Mononoke Ho, please Bury me but keep my fucking trophies Hit the ground with both knees Slice my belly open I'm a skeleton with gold teeth No sleep Eyes wide open until I'll blinded by the rising sun and when it fucking sets I won't be waiting on no motherfucking rising son Fuck your God, I'll burn him on the cross Burning Buddha until my eyes are crossed Money by the fucking bag Chronic by the fucking bag Bodies by the fucking bag Burn it all, it's all I have Money by the fucking bag Chronic by the fucking bag Bodies by the fucking bag Burn it all I be popping some Mercedes Xans Carry my bitches in body bags $uicideboy with a 59 rag Cock it back once and the semi goes (bbblllaaattt) Cock it back twice and the semi goes (bbblllaaattt) Point I'm trying to make is the semi won't jam Got a couple bitches that I call just to get head One of them is probably your girl Tell her to suck it, no fucking I nut on her bucket then send her right back in your world Depressed be the set The grave be my hood Misunderstood, but fuck it I'm cool Crawling through my city, riding real slow It's that Yung Miyazaki Bitch, I'm feasting on a ho Got a tag up on my toe With some gold around my throat Dreaming Hiroshima, Nagasaki Bitch, I got to go Money by the fucking bag Chronic by the fucking bag Bodies by the fucking bag Burn it all, it's all I have Money by the fucking bag Chronic by the fucking bag Bodies by the fucking bag Burn it all

Body bags under my eye lids Pitch black they get excited Im scared i try to hide it No sleep I'm not invited Nothingness all around me Night falls something surrounds me Body bags under my eye lids Whisper in my ear i might like it They keep talking to me like i need the company Orchestrate my thoughts they play me like a symphony And they don't want me to sleep ahh ahh And they kill all of the sheep ahh ahh Pitch black see all the evil Body Bag zip it up peaceful Body bags under my eye lids Pitch black they get excited Im scared i try to hide it No sleep I'm not invited Nothingness all around me Night falls something surrounds me Body bags under my eye lids Whisper in my ear i might like it They keep talking to me like i need the company Orchestrate my thoughts they play me like a symphony And they don't want me to sleep ahh ahh And they kill all of the sheep ahh ahh Pitch black see all the evil Body Bag zip it up peaceful Give me my life back I need my life back They don't want me to sleep no ahh They don't want me to sleep no ahh Body bags under my eye lids Body bags under my eye lids I know They'll bury me

I feel it in my bones, even when I'm alone Mama said, "I told you so," going down a different road You call me late at night, I pick up every time Wish that I could rewind, get some peace of mind Shut up, don't wanna hear it now, I'm fed up Wish I could say it was enough, oh, to make me walk away And I'm messed up 'cause every time I start to get up And now my head feels fucked up, and I know it won't change The things you do Only make me want to get closer to you And the things that you say Only make me want to stay Can't push me away, I'm not going, I'll wait You know this street runs two ways, say So I need to hear your voice Know I'm standing here by choice And I can't hear the background noise, anyway Shut up, don't wanna hear it now, I'm fed up Wish I could say it was enough, oh, to make me walk away And I'm messed up 'cause every time I start to get up And now my head feels fucked up, and I know it won't change The things you do Only make me want to get closer to you And the things that you say Only make me want to stay

Between the gaps, I was swimming laps Got close to some epiphany I'll convince a friend to join deep ends Have your toes touch the lack of cement We'll gather to our corner of the woods Echo chambers inside a neighborhood In centerfold, humility's shown You're not as good as what your mama's sewn Aren't you glad that you reside in a hell and in disguise? Nobody yet everything, a pool to shed your memory Could you say you've even tried? You haven't called your family twice I can hope tonight goes differently, but I show up to the party just to leave Between the gaps, keep it under wraps How I got to some epiphany I'll convince myself when it turns to 12 The photos keep the sentiment We'll gather to our corner of the woods Echo chambers inside a neighborhood In centerfold, humility's shown You're not as good as what your mama's sewn Aren't you glad that you reside in a hell and in disguise? Nobody yet everything, a pool to shed your memory Could you say you even tried? You haven't called your family twice I can hope tonight goes differently, but I show up to the party just to leave Pulling back, I tried to find the point of wasting precious time I sip and toast to normalcy, a fool's way into jealousy I mock and imitate goodbyes when I know that I can't deny That I'll be here forever-while, I show up to the party just to leave

See me standing on the corner of Comstock and Waverly in a daze Where I saw my brother speak for the first time since He graduated in the spring Got a cold piece of information to bring to you Said, "Sorry, but I can't stay here while we wait for June" I miss the southern Cosmos and the Zinnias, oh, the Zinnias It comes to me in a dream In the dead heat and the suffocating wet grip That's got a hold on my mama, it's Marietta's kiss Quietly, I'm tempted Sure sounds nice to settle down for a while Let the real estate show itself to me I could wake up with a baby in a sling Just a couple doors down from Abigail My sister, man and her ring Quietly, I'm tempted Sure sounds nice to settle down for a while Let the real estate show itself to me I could wake up with a baby in a sling Just a couple doors down from Abigail My sister, man and her ring

Here we are, quiet at your kitchen table With courtesy to little pet peeves Napkins on laps, strands pulled back I hang the scarf and my mom's anorak Why do I tell you how I feel When you're just looking down the blouse? It's something I wouldn't say out loud If touch could make them hear, then touch me now If touch could make them hear, then touch me now Talking to some who laugh and others scorned I guess humor could help me after all It's funny now, I'm just useless and a whore But I get a cosign from your favorite one-man show Why do I tell you how I feel When you're too busy looking down my blouse? It's something I wouldn't say out loud If touch could make them hear, then touch me now If touch could make them hear, then touch me now If touch could make them hear, then touch me now (now)

Mom, would you give me a ring? One for the ride and one for the magazines? "She's only twenty-two" A flash to the upbringing of the child, the canine What will become mine Once I decide to leave? Seek to take and give it all away Once you know, it's only a maze There could be more days like today Complain to the management About my lack of self-respect Fast forward to when I'll have friends And men who don't interject Harping over old regrets Hating how I let it get to me, me Only for a short while I'm bound to lose my head And just when I start to think it's ended Another demand commences I'm doing it for my future self The one who needs more attention I'll forget to forgive and hold it all in I'm old with some resentment Oh-oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh

Honestly, I didn't think I'd end up here this time Or anywhere at all, I'm distant just enough to never fall behind Picturing the saddest scene of wearing bedsheets And two pats on the back, "It just takes time" It's getting late, since when did taking time take all my life? Mommy I'm afraid I've been talking to the hotline again It's stirring but the ripples always seek out the ones who carry me I blocked out the month of February for support At least I have this year, I won't be worrying anyone on tour As we speak, I'm here to meet devils for tea Peering 'round the corner of my life I throw my drink into the faces of my demise At thirty Your honey's gonna ask you, "What the hell is wrong with me?" And finally An answer from your throat comes crawling And you can proceed